Wednesday, January 6, 2010

part4

And so starts Part 4 of my travels.

I flew up to Stl and Michelle and I took the 15 hour drive to North Carolina. Yes, I did just say North Carolina. And yes, it was 15 hours. One way. Why did we decide to drive this long trip? Two words: Birthday Show. The Charlotte show fell on Zac's birthday, and I've always wanted to go to a birthday show. They just seemed so epic. Honestly, I don't remember much about the drive. I do remember driving through Nashville and sleeping. We made it to Charlotte sometime around 9. We went to a truck stop (Classy, I know.) and got changed and ready for the day. We went to the venue and just sat in line. We went to a college campus (the name is escaping me at the moment) and did the walk there. Laura, Michelle's friend from childhood, joined us at some point too.

Let me take a moment to discuss North Carolina. The weather was beautiful. It was in the upper 70s and it wasn't too windy. It was just right. The campus was beautiful as well. We definitely don't have pretty campuses here.

So the walk started. I ended up walking with a sherwood boy for most of the walk. They are nice boys let me tell you. After the walk we headed back to the venue. We just kind of hung out and waited for doors. There was some minor line drama and once we did get in we managed 2nd and 3rd row on Isaac's show. The show was decent. It wasn't the best show I had been to all tour, and honestly, I'm only going to go to a birthday show if it's close next time.

We decided not to go to the buses because we had a 4 hour drive to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We headed that way and made it to the hotel and crashed. We got up and got around and made it to the walk on another college campus. This one wasn't nearly as beautiful. The weather was still warm though, and I wasn't hating it. We walked and then decided that we didn't want to wait in line, but we wanted to go to the beach and get food from a restaurant. We went to Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville. Duh we got margaritas, that's just what you do. We spent sometime there and then found a beach. We didn't get to spend much time there because it was almost time for doors. We headed over to the venue and then got in line. Security informed us they were honoring walk numbers and we could skip line and go right in. So we did. And we found seats by the stairs and near the bar. It was nice to have seats, let me tell you. We just waited and took pictures of ourselves, and security came over and told me that I had to put my camera in the car. Oh, I was escorted to the car and put my camera in and went back in. How annoying. During hanson's set we couldn't see so we moved and stood behind the sound board. It was during this time I noticed there was some sort of dance party going on by steel train and sherwood's merch. It was hellogoodbye, steel train and sherwood. I love dance parties so naturally I went up there and joined them. That was really one of the highlights of everything.We were having a dance party to hanson and these guys knew the words to their songs, and even had certain dance moves to songs. The guys kept getting in trouble by security, and at one point Forrest and Andy, the guitarists in hellogoodbye were running away from security. After the show we went to the buses. A lot happened out there. The wave, Taylor telling some fans how it is, me trying to get info out of Taylor. It was a good night.

Quotes from the Carolinas: "I wish I were Taylor Hanson" "Who plays a harmonica?" "I LOVE HANSON!!!!!" "Promise me you won't ever get a hanson tattoo" "Gotta take pictures during mmmbop" "This is seriously the best song ever" "I don't wake up and listen to hanson every morning" "You do realize we are all white? We are dancing like we're white" "But we are GOOD white dancers" "We're family!" "Come in bring it in. Let's hug." Most of these came from grown men.






1 comment:

  1. oh my god I love the quotes.

    Didn't Nate (or someone) say: I wish I was Taylor Hanson, then I could pick up any instrument and be able to play it.

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