One thing I was really crossing my fingers for was an Andrew McMahon show in the SoCal area. For the past few months, I’d been obsessively checking his website for some kind of announcement because I was so let down that he was only playing a certain tour’s east coast dates. He announced some headliner shows after that, but none of them were in California.
The stars all aligned on my last Monday morning in Burbank. (I’m trying to not make this sound so dramatic.) I was usually never up so early, but since I came from New York the night before, my body clock was still in a different time zone. Andrew tweeted that he was going to have a show that Wednesday in West Hollywood. That was in two days. Just thirty minutes away from me. In a two hundred capacity venue. Yeah, I freaking the eff out.
I was jumping up and down and running all over the apartment being way too excited and purchased my ticket right away without really thinking. This was Andrew McMahon. There was no way I was missing out!
The show was at the held at the legendary Viper Room, where River Phoenix died of a drug overdose back in 1993. I heard the venue was tiny, but it was still a lot smaller than I expected—which meant that no matter where you stood, you had a good view of the stage. It was the perfect place to see one of my all-time favorite musicians for the first time.
I’ve been home for almost two weeks and I miss these two so much.
Matthew and Ava are my two (almost three!) year old twin cousins, and are pretty much the cutest kids in the entire world. Matthew is a smartypants—he’s obsessed with trains and uses words like “derailed” and “locomotive” on a regular basis. He once laughed at me for getting Thomas mixed up with Gordon. (I’m sorry.) He also picks up words and sentences like nobody’s business. He actually quotes TV shows now! Crazy.
Ava’s a lot quieter, but she’s much more adventurous than her brother. While Matthew sits on the bench when they ride carousels, Ava’s already on her own horse. She loves swimming and jumps into the water without hesitation. (As long as someone’s there to catch her, of course!) She also loves “organizing” things—stacking and sorting whatever’s lying around. When I visited last year, I left my suitcase open while taking a break from unpacking. Suddenly all the jars and canned goods I had were all lined up on the couch. That’s Ava’s handiwork!
I can’t believe these two aren’t really babies anymore. They’re growing up so fast, and I hate that I live so far away from them. Take me back to California, please. :(
It’s 2:15 in the morning in Burbank, and I’m recovering from one of the most insane weekends of my life. I have Go To Warped Tour literally written on my bucket list, and living halfway across the world, I wasn’t sure if it was ever going to happen.
The night before, I got dropped off at my friend Nissy’s house because she lived closer to the venue. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she told me. Earlier this year, I was playing around with the idea of flying out to California to catch Warped. She probably didn’t think I was serious about it, and I don’t think I was either—but I ended up doing it anyway. We spent the night packing our bags and drafting up a schedule. The plan was to be up by 5 in the morning and be out by 6:30—which did happen, but we ended up missing the bus by five minutes. That worked out for us later on, though.
Warped gives you the option to skip the line by donating either three canned goods, a used cellphone, or $5. After giving our donations, we were about make our way to the skip-the-line-line. (It was really just a priority lane.) In the distance, I saw a couple of signs promoting The Maine’s set time for the day and I just naturally started gravitating towards it. It was Garrett, Pat, and Kennedy from the band, and Halvo, formerly of A Rocket To The Moon, who was helping them out this summer. I was slightly freaking out on the inside because I was at the venue for literally ten minutes and I already got to talk to my favorite band. They were selling a Warped-exclusive version of their latest album for just $5 so I bought a copy.
We took our place in the line and started drafting our schedule for the day. Bands play at different times for each stop of the tour and you only find out who plays when once you get inside.
After a bit of waiting in line, we were finally let in the venue. The first thing we did was buy the $2 map and schedule for the day because it was much easier than spending quite a bit of time jotting down set times in front of the giant inflatable schedule. As we were about to enter the merch tent area, Nissy pointed out someone in the crowd—it was Nick Santino.