After the frickin amazing concert, I headed to the Grove for a bit of shopping. Later in the evening, I met up with Moye, Andy, and Dan and we ate at Maggiano’s. Moye almost got us killed while we tried to cross the street. Made the mistake of ordering way too much food. By the end of the evening, the heated covered patio became a bit too cold and the sleep-inducing effects of pasta consumption took its toll.
I have a lot to post about my trip, but I’ll start at the very beginning. I feel super old.
At HOB Anaheim, I saw Hellogoodbye, Panic! at the Disco, Jack’s Mannequin, and The Academy Is… Good times. I drove down with my sister, and we decided to get there early. When we arrived (HOB Anaheim is located at Downtown Disney), there was already a pretty lengthy line. Everyone there was SO FRICKIN YOUNG. I felt really out of place. To make matters worse, they started putting wristbands on everyone, pink for <21 and dark green for 21+. I looked down at the sea of people in front of me: ALL PINK. I made a decision there to not show my ID unless they asked me. So my sister got her pink wristband, and then it was time.
I looked away, held out my hand and waited. The lady didn’t ask how old I was!!! I gladly accepted the pink wristband and wore it proudly under the bright SoCal sun.
I thought I was happy. But then, the people behind me (clearly under the age of 18) were ID’d. After I saw that, I was kind of really offended that the lady didn’t even ask me for my age.
When I upload pictures, I’ll post my pink wristband. I love it and I’m never going to take it off.