I want you to read the post below this one. Get a sense of the mood and energy and buildup, then report back here. Allright?
So last night I heard of the engagement I spoke of in the below post. I was beyond psyched. I am an Irishman. I am a rocker. I rock out. So when the Murphys come back home, I wait in the fucking freezing cold if it means I can get in. But lets stick to last night. I called up the Black Rose. The dude on the other end of the line told me that until 11, you just needed to be 18 to be in there. I relayed this information to my friend Josh a couple of hours later. He didn't believe me, so he called. A different person told him the same thing. So we forwent sleept during the night, and set out at 4 so that we could be assured to be among the first 100 to enter. We got there in time. And yet, upon reaching the front of the line?
"It's 21 plus"
So here I am. It's 7:20. I'm not eating an Irish breakfast, and I'm sure as shit not watching the fucking Murphys.
The Black Rose turned me away after I waited two hours in the cold. Those fuckers will never see a dime of my money. I don't care if its the Murphys, Flogging Molly, and fucking Kurt Cobain come back from the dead, with only a five dollar cover. They get nothing from me, except perhaps a brickshot once my hands thaw out.