I just got back from the Nine Inch Nails concert that was in Philly tonight, and I should be  but... well, i'm more like

Let's just say that I went with D, that's all my trouble right there.  All day long he was in a super pissy mood.  I had a few errands I needed to run before the concert (which, by the way, started at 8PM).  So, there we were, in the parking lot of the King of Prussia mall, looking for a spot to park at about 3:50, and he's freaking out that were not going to be able to get into Philly in time AND he's blaming me for the lack of parking.

All I have to do is make a return (thanx a heap, Loose!!!), then head over to Game Stop or whatever to pick up Soul Calibur III (I recommend this one, folks!).  After that I was done.  While I was making my return, the girl at the counter was a little confused why my receipt had different prices then they had in the system.  I explained that I had a coupon for 25% off when I made the purchase (thanx again, Loose!), which made sense to the sales girl and she completed my return once she was able to figure out how to adjust the prices.  Now, grant it, it did take slightly longer than the normal just go in and make a return, but it really wasn't that much.  As I'm walking out, I have D behind me freaking out about it taking so long and again, we're not going to make it into Philly.  Ok, time check, 4:06.

The excursion to get my game was the same.  We went down to EB, which happened to be on the other side of the mall.  Now he's practically crapping his pants when I went in and was looking around instead of walking right up to the counter and asking for what I wanted.  I said that I wanted to see if there was anything else out that I might want to pick up.  Now, the heavy sighing begins, as well as the muttering under the breath.

I have now decided that there, in fact, is nothing else I want to purchase and I go to the counter and get my game.  In the 30 seconds that took, I have now lost D.  No biggie, we're in a game store, it's not like he's going to stray far.  Sure enough, he was playing a game that was on display.

"C'mon hon, I'm done" is what I say.  My reply?  "Just a sec, I'm playing a game."  I'm wondering what happened to this time warp that was going to prevent us from getting into the city on time.  Speaking of, time check, 4:32.  After he was done playing his game, 4:48.  Uh-oh, better watch out, only 3 hours to go for us to make a 30 minute trip.

We walked around a little bit before heading out.  I think we were pulling out of the parking lot at about 5:10-ish.

On the way into Philly, I kept wondering if this time warp would be big enough for me to see so I could tell him to steer around it.  But before I had time to break out my binoculars, we were already taking the exit for Broad St.  Time?  5:36.

Prior to heading out for this trip, I informed D of where our destination was - the Wachovia Spectrum.  We get to the Sports Complex and he pulls into the first thing he sees, Citizens' Bank Field.  Tour Guide Donut points out the error and gives the proper correction for said error.  No, we have to go talk to that guy down there.  Mr. I'm so Happy to be a Parking Attendant confirms what Tour Guide Donut has already pointed out, "You're in the wrong place."

Great.

He tells us to go back the way we came, make a left at the light, then make another left after we pass the stadium.

"Was that a left he said to make?" I'm now asked by the directionally challenged.  "Yes, after we pass the stadium."  I should have paid more attention, because at this point, we are now turning left before we pass the stadium.  "Are you sure he said left?"  Tour Guide Donut has now quit.

We eventually arrived at our destination.  Time? 6:03.  Concert begins?  8:00.  Now it's become "fend for yourself to find something to do, I'm gonna take a nap."  I think it may have been about 7:00 when a goup of people pulled in and started tailgating.  This annoyed D, they had the music up too loud and he couldn't sleep.  Well, jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick, thell them damn kids to turn down that awful noise, Gramps is tryin' to git some sleep.

7:30 just couldn't come fast enough, I wanted to get in the building and try to ditch him for a bit so I could calm down.  But he seemed to be ok once we got inside.  At least for a while.

Let's see...  Concessions, t-shirts, seating...  all went off without a hitch.  Opening band came on, again, no real issue.  Next up, Queens of the Stone Age.  Ahh... the pot smokers are making them selves known.  Whatever, I'm not going to damn all these people to hell just because I don't do it.  I've been to several concerts and I'm aware of the goings on, and it doesn't bother me much.  Yeah, it stinks up the area, but it's not like there isn't other air to breathe.  But Mr. OMG I Think I'm Breathing in Asbestos is in freak out mode again.  He's ready to tell the guy behind us to put it out.  I shot him a look that said, "If you even think out turning around, you better make best friends with your hand 'cause that's the only way you're gonna get any...." then he backed off a bit.

10:30 rolls around.  At this point, I'm practically bursting at the seams despite all the events leading up to this moment.  At the very first note sung, I'm at the point of "I am seriously going to cream myself", but instead, I get asked, "Why's everyone standing?

"Are you fricking KIDDING ME?!?!?

I had no response.  I was just so... I... wow, I still can't respond.  Needless to say, D proceeds to sit down and play a game on his phone.  Now, I am furious.  Why the hell would you say that you would come with me when you're going to be this much of a bitch and drag me down with you???  Dammit, when I got the tickets I said that he didn't have to go, there are other people I could have gone with... hell, I would have gone by myself.  Instead, I'm now in a horrible mood when I should be basking in all the glory that is Trent Reznor.

Fuckhead.

To make matters worse, sometime about 11:15 or so, D started checking his watch every five minutes, followed by that heavy sighing that I know means I really don't want to be here, so let me out before I become pissy.  Tough shit, I am not going to miss out of one single second of the reason I woke up breathing this morning.

The concert ended at 12:30 and as we were making our way out, I realized something.  D does not trust me one bit.

When it comes to slicing through concert crowds, i've become kinda skilled.  This being D's third concert ever, and it not being the type of crowd he would be used to, i grabbed his hand as if to say stay close and follow, I can get us out of here.  Instead, I got yanked in the complete opposite direction.  Meanwhile, he keeps talking down to me like I don't know where I'm going and I can't navigate around people because, I dunno, I'm blind or something.  Everytime I see an opening that would be easy for us both to slip through, I get pulled back into an even bigger crowd of people and told that we have to go this way.

Once we got outside, I pulled away from him and told him I'd meet him at the car.  This didn't go over so well.  So, there he is freaking out again because I'm trying to take the easiest route back to the damn car and he's pulling me directly into an area that's all blocked up.  I said, "go this way around everyone, it'll be easier."  And now he's mad at me because I'm "telling him what to do."

So, now, I'm sitting here typing all this, and he keeps getting pissy because i'm not going to bed yet.

Ah, well, I am getting tired.  Maybe I'll go watch some TV and fall asleep on the couch.