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TRIP SEVEN CONTINUED!!!

And the saga continues! So Moo's slung over the balcony like a drunk sorority girl at the date rape frat house. People from the crowd kept approaching us and asking if she was okay, "Yeah, she's a trooper!" We dicked around for a bit and said hey then I started to freeze so we had to get outside. Walking out of the club took forever since she could barely walk, poor thing. Changing clothes was even more fun, try doing that with one hand! We had an audience that nite as we stripped, quite flattering. Some dudes in a red car kept driving past and grinning. Back towards the venue to say the usual, "great show, goodnite!" stuff, we plunked down on a planter and watched them load all their shit in. Moo slumped over and tears streaming down, of course. One of the slaves saw her injury and sat with her for a good 45 mins probably! I had no idea what to do with her for the next nite's show, except put her ass in a sling and keep hauling. The staff at the club was cool too and got her an ice pack, everyone was real hospitible! Some guy walked by selling flowers and handed us some, we think he was gay since he gave Moo & I one but handed 2 to one of the 'GWAR camp'... "Hey, he likes you! He gave you TWO flowers and us chicks only one... heh heh..."
We bailed and changed plans a bit... we decided to get a hotel since Moo probably wanted a bed rather than sleeping in the car. Went to Krystal's, Moo hated it. For the first time we flipped on the camcorder and really babbled about what we'd done so far. Took footage of our soaking wet clothes that was hung all around the room. Normally we'd have it all over the car, trying to let it dry on the front and back dash, and dear lord the smell. Always invest in Febreeze or Bounce fabric cleaner when hitting up more than a few shows and keeping the same wet clothes in the car. And bring more plastic bags than ya think you'll need!
The next morning we bought her a sling and decided to hit up the show but avoid the front. Fortunately the venue was set up so that there was a small open floor and stairs surrounding it so we could be elevated and still see. Front row not only rocks, but it's a necessity if you're only 4'11.
We went around before the show and had everyone sign the sling, we were mostly greeted with yelps of, "WTF happened to you???" Funny thing was, before we left there was a bet going on as to which nite and what injury Moo would get. My friend Rob won, he guessed Atlanta but said "broken leg". Heh heh. They showed their sympathy which was real weird, not that we expected them to be dicks but I was expecting a, "hell yeah, we broke ya!" sorta thing since I always thought that concert injuries were great. After brutal shows I always snap pictures of any bruises or cuts I receive. Battle scars, ya know? 'Oderus' changed all that and wrote, "HA HA HA!" nice and big on her sling... couldn't stop cracking up.
We finally got around to talking to the guys in Cattle Decapitation and Bloodlet... man, we totally wasted 3 good days where we coulda gotten to know these guys! They were cool as hell and we shared all kindsa road stories and tips, joked around about the "HoBo Alarm Clock" (waking up in the car by the heat/light of the sun).
We perched ourselves on the steps leading down to the floor, I bailed to get some drinks (of course) and proceeded to get a buzz. The stage was smaller than the previous nites so some of the props were cut short but from what I remember it was a great nite. I still got nailed and tried to stand in front of Moo to keep her sling dry. Other than that the show was kinda a blur... all that booze I suppose. Normally I remember exactly where we were standing (as in who's side of the stage) but I don't remember that nite... I know where WE were standing tho... blah, anyway. Moo, do you remember? Update me!
After the show we walked around a bit, got to know their merch guy and Moo kept asking if she could sell merch. I guess he didn't like her idea of modeling panties and running around/dancing on the merch table while singing DBX's "Masturbate"... but ya can't blame a girl for trying. (That's a true scheme she used a few weeks earlier at a Disarray show in Alabama, btw...)
Ahhh, a day off! Not like I wanted a nite without a show but it was awesome that the day off just HAPPENED to fall in Orlando. While I shoulda gone to school and work on monday like I'd planned, Moo & I ended up getting back to Orlando around 7 or 8am and crashed. Slept till about noon. It was cool to be home and do something completely non-roadtrip related; we went to a mall, a halloween store, had lunch, just piddled around the touristy hell section of Orlando I usually diss. Hung out with the weirdos for a bit that nite, watched Moo get into a rubberband fight with her punching bag. I realized that I really trusted these folks who I hardly knew when I left my little sis alone in a room with 3 or 4 of them who were drunk and stoned. I just up and left her, "I'm going downstairs", to talk with her punching bag who was doing some laundry. A total turnaround from the second nite knowing them when I yelled at and accused one of them of spiking Moo's coke. Turns out in the 20 mins I left her alone she had to "fight to defend my honor" (as it became our 'code' for sticking up for our morals) and explain what I was doing downstairs. Ahh another lesson learned that'll be gone into more at the end of the review.
Left around 2am, bad idea. That left us with hardly any sleep and I hadn't really slept since Atlanta... of course I was at work Tuesday morning at 8am and feeling woozy. But damn I was excited, we were going to see another show, WHOOOO!! And in Orlando... my hometown show was going to be the best, I decided... I started to hold such high expectations for it! My friends were gonna be here, it'll be awesome to finally have my friends see what Moo & I have been doing the past few nites. So excited. The second we got there I was full of a sense of dread. Ewww... bad gut feeling. To make a long & lame ass story short, I was all mentally weird since I hadn't slept or eaten much. Then I went and started drinking and it all went to pot. We got inside and Moo stood way off to the side to avoid the crowd since her arm was still hurting. I was separated from her and all my friends who showed up later. The usual gang of idiots who show up at House of Blues shows weren't there either, that was weird. Standing alone with only strangers, I slammed my jack and coke (heavy jack, splash of coke) and then downed another within about 15 minutes, whoooooo!!! I was paranoid as fuck. People are talking about me, my ears are burning, my nose is itching! Why do I have a guilty conscious? The crowd behind me is staring at me.. STOP IT! I kept darting my eyes around, clutching the barricade as I staggered around. Started seeing things, felt sick, etc... and I don't recall this show too much either, no idea what side of the stage I was standing in front of. No pyro that nite either cause Disney sucks. I guess the crowd wasn't too rough. But of course during the show the booze started to wear away and I was returning to normal! Hell yeah, this was the site of Moo & I's first GWAR show about 9 months earlier... touching moment.
After the show I ran into my friends and Moo again and I felt worlds better. We joined Rob in looking for pics (he won't leave a show unless he finds one!) and hung around the front of the stage. One of the slaves came down to the barricade to say hi... we didn't see his hand behind his back. He smiled and just as I was about to say something, he brings his hand forward and hits me in the face with one of the blood bags. For a moment I couldn't see then I heard everyone hooting. Moo got nailed with one too I think, but within a few seconds it hit what had happened and we were cracking up and I was wiping it on everyone, everyone taking a swipe at my face and taking some of the blood. Then it almost turned into a bad wrestling match between Moo, Rob, Butthole, Melissa & I when another in the camp handed Butthole two more bags... we stood in a circle around him and he popped them, blood squirting everywhere... then the bad wrestling match resumed. Everyone else on the floor looked at us as if we were crazy, laughing, slapping each other, slipping around the floor... within a few minutes we were almost completely covered! "OMG, look at you!" and "Hahaha, lookit yer face!" were uttered back and forth. Moo & I decided that we'd finally get off our lazy asses and take pictures. We all walked out of the venue and people stared as us in horror, it was fucking great. This was much better than being just drenched. The picture on the first page of this review was snapped that nite, us with Brockie. Keep in mind some of the folks in Downtown Disney that nite weren't there for GWAR so they had no idea why we looked like hell and they all gasped as we went to the car to retrieve our camera and camcorder. Headed back to the usual spot for snagging pics with whoever plays at the HOB and snapped pics of each other along the way. We finally saw everyone who looked at us in horror/disgust, "Ugh, what happened to you?" Hmmm... let me think.... hahaahha!!! Thanx to "Gor-Gor" and "Flattus" for hooking us up with the blood bags. One of them kept backing away from our bloodied bodies when we tried to pose for a picture... "Don't get too close!" he said... NEXT!!!!