Summer Event: Santigold

Summer Event Number One

So last night (Thursday) while walking into Hy-Vee to pick up some mushrooms and peppers for the pizza we were making when I received a response to the text I sent Sepulveda about who was driving. His response wasn’t about who was driving. Apparently he and his parents had something of a falling out and they said that they would decide if he was able to go to the concert that he has been excited about for months. Around 9:30 I get a text from him, apologizing. The thing that gets me about this is that when I was talking to Chloe (our fellow concert goer) on Friday morning that he does this all the time which now makes me wonder if this falling out even happened or if he just straight up didn’t want to go with me. I kind of doubt that though because whenever I talked to him he would always say how excited he was about going. I was a little bit pissed because now I had to find someone to go to this totally last minute.

The first two people I thought about asking were Lars and Spencer. Lars because he said he wants to be my concert buddy though when I invited him to go to Andrew Bird, Ratatat and Girl Talk he regrettably declined due to having parents that are obviously not cool with what goes down at these things. Spencer because he was the first to tell me that if Michael couldn’t go for whatever reason, I should tell him. So, naturally, I didn’t even bother asking Lars because I could already guarantee that his answer would have been no. I asked Spencer. I was a bit worried to text Spencer in the first place, no offence to Spencer, but he isn't really like me and my brother in the sense that he doesn't get into these kinds of things usually. Which in this case won't be such a big deal because the people who want to drink and smoke weed will and those who don't, which I'm finding to be more and more these days, won't. And in relation to the concert itself, won't be a problem at all because if you are going crazy and flat out having a good time no matter how ridiculous you look, no body really gives a shit.

I'm in physics right now writing this so I am just waiting for this day to be over so i can go home and then leave. I will finish this later once it actually happens and I will continue with writing down the play by play of everything that happens.

It is now a week later.

My plan was that we were going to go home, grab all of our shit and hit the road. Apparently Spencer is even more unorganized than I had originally thought. With me, I usually wait until the last possible minute to do things, who doesn’t? That being said I am very organized and aware of how I plan on attacking each scenario. So it was 3:30 when I thought to myself that we should probably leave because that would get us into Des Moines at around 5:45 or 6:00 keeping getting over to Spencer’s in mind. What happened next has escaped me but what I remember next is it being past 5:00 which was as late as a I wanted to leave and we were headed to his cousins grad party which his mom forced him to go to.

It’s now around 5:30 and after a little downtown confusion we managed to find the interstate and we were on our way. Naturally at this point since I wanted so bad to go to this concert and the last person I would’ve expected to want to go was incidentally making me half an hour late to the concert, which started at 7. Unbeknownst to me, the headliner didn’t start until 10. The moment I found this out from my brother’s “calm the ____ down,” my heart rate steadily returned to normal.

When we got there at an apparently reasonable time we were welcomed by some interesting characters. The characters that were a part of my brothers interesting lifestyle in one room talking about something everyone except this one guy knew something about while everyone, except for two, were sipping on some (insert obvious substance here). The only thing that I can (off the top of my head) remember is the conversation of how stores can sell bongs so long as they call them tobacco pipes. Apparently if you call them a bong in the store they get really mad. Maybe they aren’t happy that they are selling them in the first place so that would be like making fun of them.

It then came time for the concert even though it actually started around an hour and a half ago but we are just that awesome, plus it was basically a bar, with a dance floor and a stage so, so long as you had your ticket and your over/under 21 wristband on, its all cool. When we got there Trouble Andrew was playing. I didn’t like him much. Unfortunately I missed Amanda Blank who is featured on Spank Rock’s YoYoYoYoYo and I think she did something with Santi at some point. Amanda Blank is dirty. Not in the make-out-with, jump-all-over-each-other-in-some-sort-of-unfortunate-sexcapade way but the spouting hyper-sexual lyrics and being a babe sort of way.

10:15pm ish finally rolls around and out comes Santigold and her two badass partners who stood perfectly still on the down stage corners until the musics starts and they start dancing their awesomely styled hearts out. Santigold is just rockin’ the shit out of this audience and is wearing sunglasses in the bright stage lights so probably can’t see anything which probably doesn’t matter because she is having as much fun as we are and its awesome! The only thing, as my friends that have been patrons at such an event can already guess, was the drunk guy. He was so annoying, annoyed, irritating and irritated. Which was funny because he got over his problems almost as fast as he discovered them. The only thing about that was that he had frequent problems. We just ignored him and let him do his drunken business.

After the show we got lost walking home with just the two of us which doesn’t need explaining because we got home eventually where we greeted each other with more (substance) with a full serving of (other substance). Let’s just say, we were both pretty happy when we went to bed.

So to conclude:

Santigold,
Since we were so starstruck at how unstoppable you were, we had trouble finding our way home with the lights out.