So, my flights were delayed a little bit on the 9th. I ended up making it to the Pavilion just on time- Oh wait, My fucking tickets said the show started at 7, when it actully started at six. Im not fucking joking, I ran all the way from the back of the parking lot into the pavilion, (If youve been to Journal In New Mexico you know how it is)and as soon as I made it over the first hill I could see PR's backdrop, and Jacoby said thanks! We are Papa Roach!
One of the worst moments ive ever had.
After all the drama of flying out and trying to book it to the fucking show, I made it just in time to hear them exit.
I couldent make this shit up.
Honestly thou, I was pissed, but, I was with my brother, so I tired to make the best of it.
I just albout turned around and headed for the bar.
But, i was there, with my brother, so, I decided to act like an adult. Hinder was pretty good, and Nickelback was alot better then expected. I had a pretty good time considering. Got to see Coby sing Highway to hell with Chad and Austin, and Jerry threw beer on my head (Chad decided that everyone should have a drink with him, pretty funny guy when he's drunk)
It was my bro's first rock show, and im glad to be chilling here in New mexico now. My bro feels horrible that we missed the guys, but what are ya gonna do. Just let it go. I may be coming back down here if PR headlines NM. I like the desert.