Sunday, 4 March 2012

Deathstars/Rammstein and hijinks.

I had the nicest feeling this week.
Looking for something to wear, since I was sick of wearing t-shirts in this weather, I decided to try on my old black button-up shirt.
Not only did it fit, but it was flattering. Dear sweet maker, I was in Heaven. So I paired it was a nice blazer and a pair of jeans and I happily skipped around like a merry little... gazelle...
I'm slowly getting to where I want to be. I'm impatient, but none the less.


So I finally got to see Deathstars and Rammstein live!

Myself and Courtney travelled down to Dublin and it was crazy. Before even leaving the hotel, we had taped up the fire alarms and broke the window off it's hinge to turn the room from "Non Smoking" to "Smoker's Heaven". On top of this, Danny also stole a very comfy armchair from the hotel lobby and brought that into our room.

Much gallavanting, drinking and whatnot went by, and we finally began our trek to the O2 Arena, with two random people we met while having a small dinner in the hotel who were also going to the concert. These two people also stayed around during the concert for a while and then we met them once more at Breakfast. Lovely bloke. Not too sure about his missus. But she might have been put off by the ridiculously loud bearded man with us. Who knows.

We got into the hall relatively quickly due to leaving a lot later then the opening time.
While waiting for Deathstars to come on stage, I caught sight of their drummer and Cat Casino, their guitarist. Waving our hands in the air when we caught sight of them, Cat waved back. Fanboy moment, activate.
The lights dimmed, and Deathstars hit the stage.