man, what a fucking day. woke up at the buttcrack of dawn to witness a beautiful sunrise and get ready for the macworld keynote - which i attended and fully enjoyed. i want a new imac. 800mhz g4 with 265megs of ram, 15 inch lcd flatscreen, 60gig hard drive and a combo dvd burner/cd burner. there go my nipples again...

work was uneventful. honestly, it was a boring day. as boring a day as one could have doing tech support and hand coding html. but hey, i had mos 2 for lunch... their chicken bowl is the shit. about six thirty my brother jim showed up at the office so we could meet up and go to the show. fortunatley we had enough time to empty my fridge of beer [don't worry skroo, your guinness are intact...]. i put away a measley boddingtons while he demolished an old fezzywig ale and a pint of maker's mark. soon thereafter queeg and snuggles showed up and we all headed out to the show.

getting in was a cinch, hell jim snuck weed in and snuggles got a green armband - which means, "yeah this person is twenty-one" - even tho she showed her i.d. that said she was 19. we met up with noid, pescador, greg, monk and jefe who were already at the bar being ignored by the completely dickish bar tender [dickish is too a word.] who got little or no tip. fuck that dude. seriously. a couple rum and cokes later social distortion took the stage and shit went off. the sea of people parted when they saw pescador, jim jefe and myself making a beeline for the pit. about two or three songs in monk found his way to us [in a shirt that just read "porch monkey". heh. he even got patted down by the black bouncer for that one.] and i was already being latched onto by this lady in her late thirties to early forties that was there either with her daugher or her little sister. she locked her arm around mine and got my attention by doing so. giving her a look she shot me this glance with these warm doe eyes and a smile with a little gap between her teeth and shouted "i'm gonna keep a hold of you. protect me." and her smile grew even wider. she wasn't amazing looking [like her daughter or whatever... yipes! i could go to jail for that], but she had no ring and a tight body so color me a sucker. i gave her a clause that i was going in the pit when they played "ring of fire" but i'd be back after. and she made me swear i'd be back. so now i had a lady and her daughter [or whatever] glommed onto me bouncing up and down rubbing up against me. and shit, she was still tightly clenched onto me when they did their slower songs that had the whole crowd swaying and singing along with her head resting on my arm. this situation lasted until social distortion went backstage and apparently thinking the show was over she reached over and pulled me down to her level very forefully. bright little smile still on her face she thanked me for being her protector and gave me a full on kiss.

so i got tounge from a soccer mom... i was so stunned she just smiled and said "good night" and swaggered off. fuck. i totally didn't get to get any info. more blue balls tonight and for the forseeable future.

turning my attention back to the stage everyone was still yelling for an encore and some guys next to me were chanting "social d". i tried to get them to change their chant to "fat guy on stage" because i bet the guitar tech who was on stage at the time never gets any love from the crowd. but i digress... social distortion came back out on stage to quite a comotion and cranked out another four or five songs ending with the tune the man in black himself made famous - "ring of fire". it was on. i dove into the mass of whirling bodies and went around for a good four or five turns, then i proceeded to completely fucking eat it and rip out the front of my pants. not too bad, right along the seam actually so at least it's fixable. on the plus side you couldn't see my dong [sometimes i flop out of my boxers. it can get uncomfortable when the flap in your drawers decides to play "guillotine".] but i was still really bummed because i like those pants. c'est la vie.

on the way off the floor and out the door jim walks up to me and says "you're the reason i came tonight, so you should have this." and hands me a guitar pick. one of ness' guitar picks. oh jesus. that completely makes up for the fact that i'm walking around with a split in the front of my pants. about 20 feet further i run into a guy who says he knows me and thinks my name is brad. he also thinks we were skins together. i nicely explained to him that i was never into that and i don't share those beliefs with him and he looked me dead in the eye and said "alright man, well you have a good night and drive safely." christ. a nice skinhead. that rarely happens.

once outside we found noid again who'd watched everything from a distance but still had a cool time. as long as he enjoyed himself, that's what matters. so we're standing around shooting the shit when i ran into the single forty year old and her daughter [or whatever] again and she gave me a big fucking hug in front of everyone while saying "there's my protector" and smiling. she asked if i was gonna be back for any of the other shows and i told her i may try to make it down again friday because there's still tickets available and she said she'd be there and looking for me. giving me another disarming grin she walked off and i completley forgot to get any info off her again. fuck. i don't even know her name.

wait, i made out with a soccer mom and i don't even know her name. sweet...

still, it was the second best concert i'd ever been too as far as raw fucking energy goes. there's going to have to be a lot happeining to erase the flogging molly show at linda's doll hut closing week that was just pure fucking energy. then again, i got to shake dave's hand afterward and let him know that his lyrics get me thru hard times. but that's another story, and i've told it before. now if you'll excuse me, i need to go pass out.