so the concert was... awful. not marilyn manson's fault, but idaho's fault. particularly drunk redneck idaho. so for whatever reason, the concert house felt they could fit 1000 people. nope. so in order to see the band i had to fight my way to the front because everyone was much taller than i was. there were like 4 drunk rednecks just being awful. talking about stupid shit and calling manson "brian" which i know is his real name, but out of respect they should call him manson when on stage. i mean, if he wanted to be called brian, the band would be called brian warner not marilyn manson. fuck. then on top of that there was a fat old lady in really cheesy halloween "lolita" garb, and an old lady with a blonde perm and mom earrings wearing hottopic clothing. it was fucking sick. she was acting all nice at first, but when she left to get more beer (this was the 3rd since the opening act) she came back and expected her place back. i even heard her husband or whatever say "this is going to be interesting for me" and she wanted the front, so i turned so we could both be in the spot. there was plenty of room. so drunk and frustrated the old bitch pulled my hair. "we were here first" was her argument. how fucking old was she like 3? seriously. and she was touching the frills on my apron asking me if it was from portrait of an american family. like from the cover i guess. fucking retard. but mike pushed her down when she attacked me and it was so sweet. so then she got over and started shoving and i started shoving back. i thought she wanted to mosh, but apparently she needed like a whole fucking area to dance in. and she kept pushing her husband and he threatened to beat her. i hoped he would or that he would leave, but anyway she yelled at me "you aren't getting in front of me" and i said "i'm not trying to" and for the rest of the concert i could hardly see the stage and they kept getting pissed at people shoving. ITS A FUCKING MARILYN MANSON CONCERT! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SPACE! not to mention, when going to a rock concert, can you expect anything less? there i am dressed like alice in fucking wonderland and an old soccer mom bitch and her fat friend think that if they go to this concert at the age of 50 that it will be all dainty and what not. and so i anchored myself to the rail so i wouldnt get pushed back anymore and the douche to the left and his girlfriend started wanting more space and kept trying to take my hand off the rail and stomp on my feet. like i would move them around so they wouldn't be in the way and he would purposely stomp on them. fucking assholes. and when the concert was over they were like "you can have the rail now. its all yours" fucking douchebags. so most of the concert was spent thinking about what i could get away with as far as bodily injury. i didn't take my meds and only slept 2 hours so of course all this impacted me much more than it should have. also right after the show i wanted to buy some memorabilia, but then i guess the concert house caught fire or some shit and we had to evacuate. i fucking took a vacation around this concert, made an outfit, looked forward to it more than anything for the last month and now i just feel fucking defeated. over all i had more fun getting ready and waiting in line. also there were like 8 year olds and fucking fat moms and people sleeping and shit. marilyn manson, i am so sorry for idaho. so so very sorry. but the good thing or whatever is i think that he did notice me because i stood out. i mean i think it was the head dress or something but i swear he looked me right in the eye and did a double take. but fuck, i'm probably wrong. i'll cling to anything to make it seem worth the 94 dollars and anticipation.