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TRIP SEVEN CONTINUED

Oh man, another page?!? Yikes, I'm rambling. Sorry folks, I'll try and make it snappy! Sooo I woke up in S.C on Friday morning and felt TONS better!!! Moo and I finally flipped on the camcorder and started rolling the film. Unfortunately we were retarded on this trip and only took about 10 pictures the entire time. And only recorded about 15 minutes worth of video. I guess if we die we leave behind no evidence! Maybe that's a good thing...?
We hit the road for N.C., all giddy and laughing and smiling about the nite before, WHOOOHOOOO, kick ass and we get to do it again tonite!!! We were eating the usual walmart sub, this turkey & cheese thing with lettuce that I swear we ended up eating every roadtrip at LEAST twice. Esp. TX, IL/IN trip... and we'd get sick 50% of the time after consuming it but kept going back cause it was cheap. Yeah, we're retarded. We were so excited and rambling that I didn't notice I was speeding until S.C's finest pulled me over. He was a dick, no sense of humor! He asked me to get out of the car which freaked me out cause I knew I already had quite a few points on my license. OMG, I'm fucked. He's taking my license away. He walked me to the back of my car and pointed with his boot to one of my stickers that read, "Jesus Loves You, Everyone Else Thinks You're An Asshole!" Then he said, "Ma'am, are you aware that it's illegal in S.C. to have obscene words on your car?" Well, geee buddy... I'd know that because I live in FL, right? See my license plate? Then he continues, "Same goes for anything displaying bodily functions," pointed at my calvin sticker with him pissing on Osama Bin Laden. "Now, you can take those off now and I'll just get you for speeding or you can keep 'em on and I'll write you another ticket for obscenity." Now, while having a ticket for "obscenity" would look awesome in a frame over my mantle I wasn't financially ready to accept that award yet. "I'll take 'em off," I said. He looks at me. "Ok, take them off NOW!" Oh God. So I had to scrape them off my car and he wasn't happy till there was no trace. Then he hands me a $150 speeding ticket. "Have a nice day," he said. Uh, yeah. You too, prick. Fortunately I was so excited that I barely cared, Moo turned on the camcorder and I was very blase about the ticket while Moo freaked and said if I got another one, I'd be hauled away. True. But I'm in a good mood, we're going to see GWAR tonite!!! But lesson learned, since this was my 4th ticket. I'm happy to report it was my last ticket. So far.
Charlotte was nice and ghetto! We already decided that this was going to be one of the "rough" nites where we didn't get a room. Dozing in the car and not showering off all the filth from the show sounded perfectly alright with me. As long as I got some food. I wore my white sludge shirt that I originally ordered 8 months earlier when I was all prepped to see GWAR in D.C... now I was gonna get it good 'n' fucked up. The fans we met outside that day were great! The ones outside the S.C. show were pretty snobby and rude. Fuck them. N.C. crowd rocked!!! All the guys in line were happy to see hardcore chick fans who were beaming as they gabbed about getting front row. These were some hardcore fans too, when the gate opened everyone ran for the front door but it wasn't opened right away. Alot of people got in front of us during the mad dash for the door (which was kinda scary, cause everyone started pushing, running, jumping, kicking, stepping on people, etc... to get up front and Moo & I were nearly mowed down!) but the guy's we'd been talking to all afternoon promised to save us a spot up front. While the doors were shut, the fans were pounding on them screaming, "GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR!" Moo & I grinned, this was gonna be awesome. It was also cool to have folks asking us questions about the show since during the course of our conversations it'd slip that Moo & I were on a roadtrip and it wasn't our first nite. People in every town commended us and damn it felt good to hear that since our hometown friends/family showed no support.
Sure enough, doors opened and a herd of people pushed forward... we lost our spot in line but ended up front row & center just like we wanted. All the guys around us formed a barrier to try and keep the people from crushing us, they saved our spots, looked out for us, etc... very nice folk! We didn't think much of the opening acts and kept thinking about the GWAR show. The familiar lights going down, house music stopping, I wailed in Moo's ear while I grabbed her arm and kept twisting it, freaking out, biting my nails, pulling my hair, screaming. AHHHH another show!!! While the Charlotte crowd was real sweet, they were all just as excited as us, apparently. WHOOSSHH the crowd rushed the stage and crushed everyone in the first few rows. I couldn't breathe, I'd NEVER been so squished at a show in all my life (even to this day!) so I knew Moo must've been hurting. Sure enough, her face was contorted in a look of sheer agony and pain, eyes buldging, I could tell she couldn't breathe. We both know sign language and also developed our own hand signals to "say" things such as, "You okay?" "Want me to get security?" and even the more private signals for, eh, girlie things. I "asked" her if she was okay, she gave me the sign for, "barely!!" (There's a sign for "I'm okay!", "I'm barely alright," and "GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" which usually was signified by no response at all due to the lack of mobility, air supply, and her face turning purple)...
She held on like a trooper tho, I could see her struggling to push people off of her but she'd only lose what arm space she had when she dared move. She never cried or shed a tear and dammit she wanted to stay up front!!! Our first GWAR show in January, she was plucked out about 15 minutes before the show ended and security booted her out of the club and outside, unknown to me of course. Security wanted to take me out too when she told them that she had a sister inside (after asked if she was alone) but she begged and pleaded with them to leave me alone. That was awesome of her, but I wouldn't have minded leaving if she was really feeling hurt.
About 15 minutes into the show, I looked over and saw her head go down, she couldn't hang on anymore nor respond to my signing. I could barely move my arm fast enough, I beckoned for security to come over, they had to get 3 guards over to peel her out of the crowd that now resembled a sardine can. Moo was stuck. They called over another guard, one grabbed her arms, one grabbed her waist, one stood up on the barricade and screamed at the people to back up, and another guard actually pushed people out of the way, including me. We all tried to push her up and out but literally she was stuck. It took probably 30 seconds to a minute to squeeze her out and when she left, the tiny gap she once occupied was filled by a rather large guy who pinned my left arm into the barricade and I spent the rest of the nite with it pinched and hurting. Oh well. I was worried 'bout Moo, I prayed they didn't kick her out!
It was very hot in the venue. I mean REALLY hot... even being sprayed down wasn't helping for but a minute or two. My shirt was keeping me hot because after being sprayed, my body heat along with everyone else's sweaty bodies were warming it up and it was all hot and sticky. The shirt had to go. Now, when I say the guys in Charlotte are gentlemen, I really mean that! About halfway thru the show I started tugging at my shirt, desperate to yank it off. I was so squished in tho I couldn't get it over my head. Two guys near me noticed my dilema and graciously (and rather quickly) grabbed on and pulled it off of me. How sweet. OMG it felt much better... never again will I laugh and point at the drunk chicks at shows who peel their clothes off. Cause drunk people get hot too! I held my shirt out to let it collect blood/piss/jizm/whatever, then when it was dripping I'd wring it out over my head and chest, much better!! The poor bastard to my right was so hot he was holding his mouth open trying to drink whatever fluid was flying at him. I was real close to following suit but feared what they put in the "stuff"... lord knows they blow a load into it before the shows. Maybe.
The show ended but not before I had a moment where I wanted to be plucked from the crowd. I could barely hang on, NEVER before had I thought about leaving front row but it started to become too much, I was in agony and it was so hot. The ONLY thing that kept me from crawling over the barricade was the fact that I'd taken my shirt off and I didn't wanna be 'exposed' to lord knows how many people without a top on. Here I was hidden behind a barricade that was higher than my tits so I wasn't showing anyone anything. I stood and suffered but when the show ended and the crowd loosened up, it was STILL HOT!!! I stood there for a few minutes and let the air return to my head when Moo ran up to me, smiling all big and happy until she saw I was topless. "OMG, for the LOVE of all that is holy PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!!!" "Aww Moo, it's hot!" "Dude, PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!!!" Aiye, aiye, Captain! NEXT!!!!