Rock 'n Roll contained within... and some gross stuff too!
I like to pride myself on being pretty cool or whatever, but it's been a long time since I've done something super hardcore rock and roll. Yeah, I've become a little more sedate and more of a homebody. So yeah, I guess I'm getting older. But never fear, I redeemed myself last night!

So, last night Ryan, his friend from work, and I went to see Placebo. I freaking love them. Yeah, they're cheesy, and Brian Molko's voice is a bit whiney, but you know what? I can't help myself. Anyway, Ryan and I had been talking all week about what we would have worn to see Placebo six or seven years ago (fishnets, boots, miniskirts, leather pants, black fingernail polish... you get the picture). Of course, we went in jeans and t-shirts last night. I even wore a cardigan.

We got to La Zona Rosa and were watching the not-so-good opening band, when I started to feel the asthma coming on. I guess it was from the smoke or something. Well, I had forgotten my inhaler. My stomach started hurting as well. The club had a no-reentry policy, but I convinced them to let me go home and get the inhaler. When I got home, I took the medicine, but still felt awful.

I called Ryan and told him that I would be a few more minutes. I started thinking that I would just stay there and go pick Ryan and his friend up after the show. I took off my clothes and got in bed. Since misery loves company, I called Victor, who was playing video games with Aaron, Debbie, and Mark. After I hung up with him, I rolled around on the bed for a few minutes, lamenting my stomach and wanting to die. Then I decided that I was being pathetic. I decided to take matters into my own hand.

So, I went into the bathroom. And I gagged myself until I threw up. My cat, Liam, follows me everywhere, so he sat with me while I puked. And puke I did! I felt so much better, so I brushed my teeth and drove back to the club. I got there about 2 or 3 minutes before Placebo started. I didn't find Ryan, but I was pretty close to the front and right in front of Brian Molko. It turns out that I was closer than Ryan was.

Anyway, the show was fantastic. I had never seen them before, and I figured they would be good, but I had no idea. Brian swaggered and strutted all over the stage. He was way more confident than I thought he would be... but then again, he did study drama. The bass player, Stefan, was half-naked and writhing all over the stage. And they only played two slow songs... thank God! Anyway, I started feeling ill again at the encore, and I spent the last two songs outside. But La Zona Rosa has glass doors, so I could still see and hear them. I'm so glad that I went, even if it means I had to use the finger.