19 Means I'm Almost Dead...

The weekend ended officially when Kenny and Chris got on the bus to go back to New York. It was a pretty good weekend. We had adventures. On Saturday, we went to the NATIONAL AQUARIUM in BALTIMORE!!! to see the fishes 'cuz they're so delicious. Unfortunately, the Aquarium is run by fascists and wouldn't let ME (specifically) in until 4:30pm. If that pane of glass hadn't been there, I would've socked that old bitch right in her wrinkly stupid whoreface. So we spent 2.5 hours waiting to get into the Aquarium, and I had originally planned to use those 2.5 hours to go to Fells Point after the Inner Harbor. Otakon was happening at the Baltimore Convention Center while we were in the city, so we got to witness one of the biggest geek gatherings on the East Coast (and I say 'geek' in the most affectionate way possibe.) It was pretty rad. We also ate some awesome Asian food at a place called Blu Bambu, wandered around Barnes and Noble, and sweated a lot. Then after all that, Kenny and I were scheduled to see the Aquabats at the Ottobar. The show sold out the night before so we were unable to secure a ticket for Chris, so we dropped him off at the Charles Theater to see a movie and fend for himself.



The A-Bats were freakin' awesome, my #2 concert of all time right after The Hives. The Phenomenauts opened for The Aquabats and were equally awesome. I wish I hadn't been stuck behind that stupid pole.

So after the show we went on a manhunt for Chris because he had wandered away from the theater against my strong suggestion to stay the hell out of Baltimore at night, because it is very sketchy. After many minutes of confused driving due to one-way streets and roadwork, we recovered Chris in front of Otakon where he had been stalking out the nerds. Then we went home and went to sleep.

Then it was my birthday. Before the "gathering" my Dad took us on a magical journey through time!! We went back into Kingsville and found a tribe of people living like "The Village" by M. Night Shyamalan... except they were eating store-bought hamburgers and rolls, which they told us to ignore. So we busted up in there and started touching all their plants and messing with their shit, and it was all very educational. Afterwards at my house, family came over, Mariokart was played, much fun was had. And so ends the magical birthday/Aquabats weekend in Baltimore/Perry Hall.