I am not an adventurous person by nature. The unknown freaks me out, and I prefer routine to chaos.
That meant that when I moved to Portland in the fall of 2003 and saw a tour poster for The Art of Rock 2 including Nile, Vader, and Amon Amarth, and I felt like I HAD to go, I almost backed out because I had no one to go with! Daniel was still in Idaho, I had only just met my roommates, and I didn’t know anybody in town with my same musical tastes.
My roommate convinced me to just GO, and man, I was so glad I did.
Here’s an excerpt from a recap I wrote post-show:
THEN, I had the coolest thing EVER happen to me! I was just standing there by myself, and I turned around and immediately recognized this guy.
This was weird, because I really don’t know anyone from Portland. There was a small circle of people around him, and it finally dawned on me that it was the huge blonde guy from NILE! So when he went over to the FYE table, I followed him. He was signing stuff over there so I got in line. I got to shake his hand, and he signed my ticket, and I told him that Daniel was really jealous that I was there because he couldn’t go. Karl was like, man, that sucks. You should have told him to come down for the weekend. I was like, yeah, I know, but he had to work. So then he asks me my name, and shook my hand again, and told me thanks for coming. I WAS SO STOKED!
(No judging, I was barely 18 and still a total idiot.)
But still totally awesome! I went to a death metal show, BY MYSELF, in a new city, and met the lead singer of a band I really liked. It showed me that I could do things by myself in a new city, and I didn’t have to let opportunities pass me by because I didn’t want to be adventurous.
(This blog post is part of a May challenge at theqbee.net.)
This post is all kinds of adorable. Now I’m tempted to look up my old posts from way back when.
I’m glad you were adventurous.
you know, i did the same thing when i was about 18. maybe i was 19. either way, i was never really that adventurous until after this point in my life.
most of my friends were either unavailable or didn’t want to go, i think. so i went to ozzfest with my then-boss. and ditched him and spent the entire day roaming the festival by myself. and i had more fun at that once concert alone running into random people and experiences and getting right up front at the shows than almost any other concert i’ve been to.
same kind of thing when i went to europe. no one else would explore, so i just went off. dumb looking back, probably. but nothing bad happened when i went off on my own and you experience so many cool things.
it’s amazing how little you know yourself until you do something like that and it’s just… wow.
i’m glad someone else thinks that way
Lol, you were cute when you were 18. I just whined a lot. :p
Oh my gosh that is adorable! I love it!
Wonderful things happen when you go out and play! I have yet to be able to go to a concert, but I hope my first experience is half as awesome as yours was.