The Fillmore, Philadelphia – Sabaton

Last week, I got the best birthday present to date.  My brother and I drove to Philadelphia so that we could see Sabaton perform live.  We left Tuesday morning a little after 10:00 and started our drive to Philadelphia.  My brother drove for most of it, but we switched when we were almost to the city.  It was almost ironic fate as I hate driving in cities.  The roads are too narrow, the turns too weird, and the idiots too numerous.  But, we made it to our hotel on the banks of the Delaware river and crashed.

We brought our bags in, cleaned up and went looking for the venue.  The GPS was a little confused, as were we, but we did find it and checked out the parking.  Once we gauged everything, we returned to our hotel because we still had two and half hours before the start of the concert.  In all honesty, we probably could have stayed in our room till about 10:00.  There were two cover bands before Sabaton: Cyhra and Kreator, and they took about that long.  But… we went around 6:30, and stood in the cold for an hour, and were let through the doors around 7:30.  We went out onto the floor, had a hard time deciding if we wanted our coats off, finally made the decision, and then stood in line to get some Sabaton shirts.  Well, he got a hoodie, and I got a tank top.

We listened to a bit of Cyhra and Kreator after getting our paraphernalia, but Kreator almost blew my eardrums out and we stepped into a quieter area to recoup.  There, we waited for Sabaton to start.  When we saw the sound guys taking out and testing their guitars and mikes and drums, we started getting twitchy excited.  Then, they announced the band and they came out on stage.  The screaming was thunderous and people started crying, “Sabaton!  Sabaton!  Sabaton!”  We joined in.  These are the songs they played:

  1. Cliffs of Gallipoli
  2. The Final Solution
  3. Primo Victoria
  4. Sparta
  5. The Last Stand
  6. Winged Hussars
  7. Resist & Bite
  8. Uprising
  9. Carolus Rex
  10. Gustavus Adolphus
  11. Night Witches
  12. Swedish Pagans
  13. Screaming Eagles

They played till almost midnight and my brother and I thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  He crowd surfed three times, filming for the last one.  There was a ‘mosh pit’ (friendly rough housing at a rock concert) that was going on beside us at one point, and I was smacked by somebody who got pushed.  I went flying in a complete 360 degrees, but many helpful hands saved me from landing on the floor.  My brother tried to put himself between me and the ‘violence’ but sometimes, he partook of it.

When we finally made it back to our hotel room, it was after midnight, and my brother just crawled into bed.  I took the time to remove my makeup, get changed and brushed my teeth before I went to sleep.  Of course, the alarm went off all too soon, but the breakfast and coffee was worth it, and then it was the long trek home.

I was sad to leave, almost hoping for an encore performance, but I will remember that concert and the fact that I did get to see Sabaton live.  It will probably be years before they come back and when they do, I hope to be waiting for them.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Prairie Dog Poppers

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re looking at the picture and the title and wondering, “What could this be about?”  Well, I can tell you it’s about funny little observations I’ve made while being a hostess, and most people do it.

Now, everyone hates to hear that there is a wait of any kind for a table.  They want to sit down right then and there and order their food and drink and eat immediately.  Nice, right?  Well, on Fridays and Saturdays at most establishments, you have to wait a few minutes.  Sometimes longer.  Don’t get all pissy about it.  Accept it as a fact of reality and life and you’ll find inner peace.  I’m kidding… but, seriously, shut up instead of winging about waiting.

Anyway, at my restaurant when I tell people to wait, I always scope the joint and see them looking around, as if them staring at desirable tables will somehow make them get up faster.  Hate to break it to you, but that isn’t going to happen.  We have a couch before our fireplace, and frequently I tell people to sit there while they wait to get them out of my hair.  A few minutes later, as I glance around, I’ll see somebody stand up and look around and maybe even point to a table.  You do realize that people can see you, right?  You’re not suddenly gifted with invisibility.  Reminds of the Cone of Silence from Get Smart.  We all know how that turned out.  They look silly and tables that are already seated and eating or talking, give them looks.  They pop up like prairie dogs and I have to chuckle.  I gave you a wait that was ex amount of time long.  And you’re already impatient five minutes in?  Gah!  The prairie dogs are on the loose!

In other words, when a hostess gives you a wait time and you sit down, don’t pop back up again to check on a table.  People will be judging you.

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Day We All See Red

I know it’s a day late, but hush up!  I have things I want to say, and I was too busy yesterday to say them.  For little children, the possible meaning of Valentine’s Day is lost on them in their innocence.  They see the candy and immediately associate it to a day like Halloween.  Then comes the actual valentines you can give out.  They cut haphazard designs and give them to their teachers, parents, or even their siblings.

As they mature, they start to realize that Valentine’s Day is not meant for family, but for your romantic relationships (if any).  Now, I’ve always been single for Valentine’s Day.  I was homeschooled, so I never had a beau growing up.  I made valentines for my siblings and candy bags with my sister for every other person in the family.

When I got into high school and went to my technical school, there was one guy I kind of had my eyes on, and so when the appropriate time came, I made him a valentine.  He thanked me for it and politely told me that he was not interested in having a relationship in that moment and that he just wanted to be friends with me.  I was fine with that.  Fast forward to a couple of years later; I had watched my older sister have a relationship with a wimp, break up with him, and then go through the anxiety of ‘did I do the right thing?’ afterward.  It drove me nuts!  Why get into a relationship if this was going to happen and you were going to degrade into a babbling creature in sweatpants and a jar of peanut butter?!  Needless to say, I started working in reception for my doctor and I had two other jobs, so I was like, “I’m too busy to have a boyfriend, so, I won’t!”  Easy solution, right?  Except for the guys who would always ask to only work with me and say those oh so nice things about me.  Which is all well and good, but, they got predictable after a while.

Now, I’m here.  I’m almost twenty-three years old, I’m going to school/working in what I want to do, and I have met a man who interests me.  He actually send me a dozen red roses yesterday.  I found them on a table in my house after I went to a physical after school.  I liked that instead of sending me a blown out bouquet, I got a simple one with a lot of meaning.  It made me smile and I placed them in their vase and on my desk.  Of course, now I will probably have to explain to my dad where the flowers came from.  Sh*t!  But otherwise, I truly did enjoy my gift, and our ‘actual’ Valentine’s Day will be this weekend.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Guess Who’s Going… :)

I know I mentioned this band in a post last year and how wonderful their historical songs were.  Well, they’re on tour right now, and they’ll be in Philadelphia in March, just in time for my birthday!  My younger brother and I said we wanted to go see them, but when no plans were made, I honestly thought that nothing was going to come of it, and just settled to take my actual birth day off from work (school will be on spring break during that week, so that was already covered).

Last week, my brother suddenly calls me into his room and says, “I want to get our tickets and hotel room for Sabaton in March.”  I was stunned.

“I thought we weren’t doing that,” I said.

“We’re not missing them being so close to us,” my brother said and got on their website.  We found the cheapest tickets and he purchased both of them with an, “Happy early Birthday.”  We then looked up our hotel, which is about 7-10 minutes away from the venue where the concert is being held.  Once he got that, I marked it in my calendar.  He then said, “Oooh!  We’re on the border of Jersey.  We can visit our friend.”  He rang him up, asked him for his address and told him to keep his calendar for March 7th open.  So, we have a trip planned in early of March for a concert and to see our buddy.  It will be an early birthday present, and we can say hi to our friend, whom we haven’t seen we went to Cedar Point last summer.  Needless to say, I’m very excited!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Let It Snow! Not…

I actually did not know about the weather, or at least how bad it was going to be until night time, so when everyone was talking about not dying, I was all for that.  I went to sleep last night, but set my alarm for 6:00 like I always do.  When it went off, I checked my phone and saw that my teacher was not coming in to class today because of the snow and the ice underneath the snow.  I was more than happy to go back to sleep until after 9:00.  Then, I got summoned outside to shovel the very heavy snow on our driveway.

But, the good news was that school was basically cancelled for everyone today, and my two siblings are just chilling.  They’re playing a computer game together and I am doing this blog post.  It’s been so long.  My school is still driving me crazy, my dentist has been needing me to cover for other assistants, and life in general just continues to throw curve balls at me.  Yay!

I can’t do much more of this snow and cold though.  It’s such a pain in the *ss to start my car fifteen minutes before I actually leave and scraping the snow off my windshields.  Bundling up and still managing to get cold.  It’s a beautiful thing to live in the northern states of America (not).  I want to go south!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Texting Trauma

Now, everyone has those people in their lives, who insist on having everything spelled correctly, even in texts.  No words can be shortened, no abbreviations that aren’t accepted in the unknown Guide to Abbreviations, no short cuts of any kind.  In fact, the only word they might accept is ‘ok’.  Otherwise, everything must be as if you’re writing an essay.  I’m one of those people.

I mentioned several posts ago (still in 2017) that I met a guy and we’re basically in a relationship that this point.  We text each other every day and see each other every weekend.  Anyway, he doesn’t always take the time to spell things out or check to make sure the spelling is even correct.  He’ll send me texts that are not grammatically correct, and I will text him back to correct him.

Sometimes, he says after he presses ‘send’, he’ll realize that something wasn’t right a few seconds before I correct him.  It’s funny and I always find it amusing when he tells me that.  I don’t just fix his grammar and sentence structure, I’ll do it to members of my family as well.  Come on!  Everyone family and group of friends has that person!  Hey, any flagrant ill use of the King’s English is punishable by death in my house.  Speak proper or don’t speak at all.

And on that note, it’s been real!

My Busy Just Got Busier

I find myself apologizing again to my readers for not writing.  First, I accidentally posted something on Sunday when I meant to schedule it for Monday.  Oops, my bad!  Then, Monday was school and then I went in early to the office.  We were busy from the moment I got there to the moment we closed.  The same thing basically happened on Tuesday as well.  It was a little bit crazier though.  We saw a patient from hygiene, and that put us behind by a little, then two patients later was about 25 minutes late and we still saw him (which pissed me off), and then we were behind the rest of the night.

This morning, class was off the walls as people talked about random sh*t, my teacher disappearing when being summoned by my other teacher, and an awards ceremony (that always annoys me and is a waste of time).  Needless to say, not a lot of stuff got done, and now I have a mere two hours to do stuff before I have to go to work at the restaurant this evening.  Ugh!  Too much!  It’s too much!  [Please come back later ——– Mental breakdown imminent ——– Holding ——–]

And on that note, it’s been real!