Interlude: Quite Possibly the Best 36 Hours of Summer

Sunday, August 14th. The day of the Disturbed concert.
After a late night, going to sleep at around 3 AM the night before, I awoke at 9 and left at 9:15 to go to my church with our Japanese guest, Sakurako. I put on my Nine Inch Nails shirt, which in and of itself had implications wearing it to church, but I figured I wanted to be wearing it all day. Somehow people seem a little more genuine when they know thay'll not see me again for a long time. I exchanged a few goodbyes and was home by noon.
I had a talk with Sakurako about music in Japan, sharing my meager collection of Japanese music with her, which included a few artists which even she never heard of. This lead to a few artists which composed music for some anime productions, and I showed her some of that which I had as well from Japan. Interesting talk. We worked on making lunch with her mother and my sister with my laptop playing some music they recognized from Japan.
My friends came at 2:30, and I jumped into the Jeep and we cruised down to Colorado Springs. That thing was noisy, and actually couldn't accelerate past 60, but we blasted great music, making it a good ride. We tried making hotel reservations by running around the city and stopping in all the cheap motels that we found, but had no luck. We asked around where the City Auditorium was (the venue), but no one really seemed to know. Finally some guy happened to be walking by and overheard us in a Blockbuster, and he gave us (rather bum) directions towards it, and after parking in the downtown and wandering around, we finally randomly happened upon it. There was still something like two and a half hours till the doors opened, but there was already a line forming. We decided to go back out and find another motel, which we tried, but failed.
We got back about 45 minutes until doors, and by that point the line was stretched out more than a city block and around the corner.
(Shoot, at this point, I didn't save what I wrote, and this crappy blog site crapped out on me)
We got into the concert. Sweet venue. Got on the floor real near the front. 10 Years and Ill Niño opened for Disturbed. I liked the bands in the order I just mentioned them. Awesome concert though. The best parts of it, other than Disturbed playing, and being able to yell along to the songs, was the crowd. I moshed and did some crowd surfing, good times. Hilarious how one girl got up on someone's shoulders and flashed everybody, and suddenly a bunch of girls were doing it. Then the security guards came and stood on the side, taking pictures, to ticket them maybe. (This didn't stop more girls from climbing up and flashing everyone.)
I rode back with Haroun. The motel thing fell all the way though. We stopped at a gas station. He bought some burritos. I gave out call, and changed my route to Denver. When his hands were full eating or drinking, I steered from the passenger side. It was just like a game.
I arrived in Denver, for some movies. I probably smelled really bad, but I used some of Haroun's Axe. (Don't really like that stuff much either.) After the movies when the sun was rising, I went on a walk, then caught a bus to Denver central, and another out to suburban Lakewood. I slept past my stop and ran quite a ways to get back to my house.
Upon returning, I showered, slept, then went to a dinner party. (First meal after skipping three.) We picked up from that, and went to a small punk concert in Denver where I got a bloody nose in the mosh. I just got home.
Good times, though I leave out many many many details and even whole parts which made the hours especially nice. I'll always remember. This is just a nonsensical journal entry for my future reference.