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So I don't have any big Halloween update like I thought I would. Anthony and I just ended up hanging out and doing nothing. It was fun, but definitely not blog-worthy. Hell, even my brother got to go to a sweet high school kid party in some gated community. It seems the tables have turned, and I'm no longer the cool one. Soon enough, he'll be calling ME "four eyes." Well I guess I was the cool, older brother long enough. Now I'm the unsuccessful, boring older brother that he's ashamed of. It was bound to happen at some point. But yeah, Anthony and I just hung out at his house for the most part. Then I went home, went to bed, and woke up at a time that felt early, because of that holiday. You know... the one where we turn the clocks back. All Saints Day. Right. Good ol' Catholic Church telling us what time we should think it is. Alright. Enough of all this talk about how my brother is cooler than me. Let's move on to stories where I look pretty cool.

I was at a Punchline show in Danbury at some point over this summer, and while that's not important, I made a discovery there that was important. I found a flyer there for a show that was going on in Greenfield, Massachusetts. And on this flyer was A Wilhelm Scream. Now, sometime last year A Wilhelm Scream became one of my favorite bands, but I had not seen them yet. Luckily, I made this show discovery with Kate, who is an A Wilhelm Scream fan from way back, and Christian, who fell in love with them around the same time I did. So while we were ignoring shitty openers for Punchline, we were hatching our plan to go and see A Wilhelm Scream. Fast forward to the day of that show. The concert had started at like 11am, but we didn't really have an interest in seeing any of the bands other than A Wilhelm Scream. So first we waited for Kate to get out of work, and then we headed out. We weren't going straight to the show, though. We were going to stop by Kate's cousin's new house for a nice little housewarming party. So we hung out there four a few hours, playing a lot of volleyball and making new friends. I also had some fantastic eggplant parm. It was a great time, and I believe a much better way to start off a concert than seeing about a hundred bands I don't care about. I know it's shitty to not support local bands and stuff, but this was a one time thing. I support local bands all the god damn time. I love the scene, man! Plus, this was in Massachusetts. I wasn't getting up at 8am just so I could be at an all day concert by 11 to wait around for the one band I wanted to see at the end of the night. But anyway, we hung out for awhile at Kate's cousin's, and we headed out when it got closer to show time. We got there with plenty of time to spare, and still catch some opening bands. When we got there some band that actually wasn't too bad was playing. They wer playing a little more watered-down version of music I generally like, but they definitely showed some potential. I don't remember what they were called, though. Oh yeah. I should clear up the fact that this concert was outside. They had two stages set up, and it was in a nice little park. Moving on. The pretty good band finished up, and then we moved over to the other stage to see the next band. This band ended up being the worst band of the night. And it wasn't just a music thing. They sucked all around. They were one of those bands that yells at the audience to dance, and have the worst stage presence, and on-stage banter. They were the pits. Oh, and they even made a point to make a joke about their stupid band name. You see, this band's name was Nemes. And, of course, they wanted to point out that their band name backwards is "semen." But they didn't even tell the audience in the normal dumb way. They told the audience that their band name backwards was "jizz." No, it's not. Needless to say, they are the worst band ever. But then another band played that was a relief from the band we just saw. This band was Us Against The Archers. They apparently used to be The Skeptics, which is a band that I never liked, but their new band was not half bad. The way I'm going to describe them might come off as bad, but it'll have to do. They sounded like Take This To Your Grave era Fall Out Boy. Now say what you want, but Take This To Your Grave is a near flawless album. I enjoy every single song on that album. And Us Against The Archers reminded me of that, so I got into them. During their set it also started to rain, so we took the little cover that the stage was offering during their set. Of course, we allowed Kate to have the most cover, because Christian and I are gentlemen. But after that band, another band called Lions Lions played on the other stage. They were a pretty generic hardcore band. Nothing really special about them. So we stayed underneath the other stage where we were out of the rain. Plus, Kate took this time to hit on the singer of A Wilhelm Scream while the band was setting up on the stage we were hanging out by. She was a total teeny-bopper fangirl, but it was adorable. And her and the singer of A Wilhelm Scream were having a nice little conversation. That's something I really love about A Wilhelm Scream. They genuinely enjoy what they're doing, and they're really down to earth about it. They'll come out on stage with gym shorts and t-shirts, play as many songs as they can, and hang out with the fans. They're just cool guys, that haven't let being in a band get to their head. And eventually it was time for them to play. The whole way through their set they were really tight, and played all of the songs I could have wanted them to play. Opening up the set with Killing It, might have been the coolest thing ever. But I also might have thought that no matter what song they played. In order to be close to the band while they were playing, you had to be on stairs. So I was singing along and dancing the whole time while standing on stairs. And it was raining on me. It was crazy, but also up there with one of the best shows I've ever been to. But they played for a little over an hour, did a one song encore, and then the show was done. The band hung out for a bit and talked to the few people that were still around for their set. There were not too many people at the show to begin with. But the place was pretty empty. It definitely didn't have any effect on their set, though. But they chatted for awhile, I grabbed a t-shirt, and then we were off on our road to home. On our way home we stopped to get a bite to eat, though. We found some truck stop diner somewhere in Massachusetts. It was a pretty neat place. Very authentic. They had showers in the bathroom for truckers to use, and everything. They also had some damn good food. Whatever Kate and I got is not important, though. What matters is what I coerced Christian into getting. Granted, it didn't take much coercing, but I'll still take some credit. Christian got himself something called the Monster Omelet. This was a four egg omelet with peppers, onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, ham, bacon, sausage, and cheese sauce. You could also get it with an extra egg for an additional fee. Christian got it with the extra egg. So the waitress comes out with this enormous five egg omelet for Christian, and Kate and my unimpressive meals. So Kate and I spent most of that time just watching Christian go to town on that omelet. We had long-finished our food, and now were just fixated on Christian. He was determined to finish the whole damn thing. And you know what, he did. He did remove most of the sausage he found, because he's not a sausage fan, though. He didn't finish up the homefries the omelet came with, but he made a pretty big dent in them. By the end of all that, the three of us wanted to throw up. Kate and I wanted to throw up just watching Christian eat, and Christian wanted to throw up because he did, in fact, eat. But the food was delicious, so we made sure to keep it down. So then we all made our way back home, and there weren't too many interesting details after that. It was a successful night.

Alright. Well I think it's about time I get to bed. I have school tomorrow, and I need to get my beauty rest. I hope you all enjoyed my tale of bands and eggs and volleyball. It's a story I hold very dear to my heart. That's why I chose to share it with all of you. Because, you see, I hold each and every one of you very close to my heart, as well. Okay. Enough of this mushy stuff. I'm going to bed, and there's nothing any of you can do about it. See you tomorrow, dorks.