Carnifex Umbris wrote:
I learned a valuable lesson yesterday. This is what transpired:
I drove an hour to go see DragonForce. I got there an hour and a half before doors so I could get up front (I'm only 5'1", so I can't see shit if I'm not up against the gate). The line was amusing, but still. Hour and a half wait, plus another hour inside. Horse the Band came on and were pretty damn awesome, I have to say. Excellent energy on stage. All That Remains were up next, who I was willing to sit through only because DragonForce were headlining. Anyway, about halfway through the set change, my stomach started to hurt. I ignored it, since that's not unusual for me of late. As the minutes passed, I felt progressively worse, until I thought I was going to throw up. Then this wave of disorientation hit, and I was about 7/8 of the way to passing out in short order. It was really scary; I was there by myself, as usual, and it's an hour drive down a major interstate (the Mass Pike, for those who know). I had a security dude lift me out, and I got water and sat down for awhile. I felt awful all through All That Remains; a little wobbly at a couple points, but nothing like that first terrible episode. I felt better once DragonForce took the stage, thank goodness.
The lesson? Food and sleep are good. I haven't been getting much of either for the past month; I think it was a combination of dehydration, low blood sugar and general exhaustion. Basically, my body said, "Well, fuck you, too."
So make sure you eat and sleep.
Wow, you suck at going to gigs, huh?
So, did anyone here
get kicked out of a club on Saturday night for dragging a mosher to his feet by the neck?Just me then?
I do not. I've gone to plenty, taken massive amounts of abuse, and suffered no ill effects. I just suck at taking care of myself.