Goodbye, halcion days

Two concerts in two days. Pffff... what was I thinking?

Alias was cool. I mean, I hadn't expected that. I don't know exactly what I /was/ expecting, but not that degree of coolness. The chitarist kicked ass in the most profuse of ways, Razvan ruled as per usual, and the vocalist was actually cool. Disregarded: cold, hunger (which was solved through tp's kindness), loooong day (more than 12 hours of being out of the house), tiring session at IGC, snow while I was wearing my thinnest pair of trousers, ensuing urinary infection. I dare myself to laugh /this/ off.

Kumm were the bomboana pe coliva. I still haven't come to terms with what happened on Saturday. Did they suck? Was the sound system badly set? (though tp assured me that was not the case) Did they just fail to communicate that lovely magic to the crowd? (the people seemed to be enjoying themselves, though) Was I too tired? Had tp really managed to dampen my mood that much?

I don't get what happened. But whatever happened made me come to several resolutions and conclusions about my fangirly concert-going joy. The first is that, however sad it may be that I have no friends who share my taste in Romanian music, I should stop dragging unsuspecting victims to concerts they don't want to attend in the first place. In case of "or else", the outcome will never be more than a variation of what happened on Saturday. The second is, in correlation with the above, that I am swearing off concerts for a while (simply because I can't enjoy myself if the person(s) accompanying me aren't having fun as well. And rather than to be put in a situation similar to the Saturday one, I prefer not going). I shall probably continue being the spastic groupie when (1) I will have a car, (2) I will live by myself (sans parents) and (3) I will get it out of my system that going by yourself isn't all /that/ bad. (read: I still have a loooooooooong way to go. Meh, it was fun while it lasted)

So yeah. Oh, and talking about the title, no, I am not turning into Orihime. Though if Ulquiorra came to get me, I'd probably ask him if I could spend the 12-hour grace period humping him instead of going about town in a brainwashed type of trance (hehehehehe) and drooling over the dumbass.