My October is Always Blue.

Last Friday night my soul sister and I took a day trip to San Francisco so I could finally go to my first real rock concert. We saw one of my all-time favorite bands: Blue October.

Their biggest hit was “Hate Me,” which, oddly enough, I don't really like much. The rest of their music is great, though.

I had heard probably two Blue October songs when I met Bambi. Then he gave me a bunch of his music and later (when I finally got an iPod) put all of his music on my iPod. We used to listen to Blue October and Avenged Sevenfold all the time. After I left he started listening to more Avenged and Hollywood Undead, but he always said he wanted to see Blue October in concert. Which made the whole experience a little bittersweet.

I was there with Oose and completely ecstatic that she was the one I got to see them with, since she is my soulmate in many, many ways. But there was still a tiny part of me that wished he could have shared that with me. One of many promises he never kept, I suppose.

I realized a half an hour out of town that I had forgotten our tickets (which I had printed out days in advance) on my bed. So we had to find a Kinko's near the concert venue and somehow we got stuck with the dickest cab driver in San Francisco. He didn't even drop us off at the Kinko's. He dropped us a block away from it.

I didn't tip him.

I was also running late because I got stuck in traffic on the way into the city. Needless to say, I was pretty antsy.

We got to the venue just after eight, which is when the concert was supposed to start. Luckily, the opening act (IamDynamite; they are awesome, just so you know) didn't even go on until 8:15. And even though the doors opened at seven we still managed to get pretty close to the front.

I was very pleased to find that the band is as good (or better) live as in a recording.

Surprisingly enough, I only cried once and I was very lucky that Oose was there to hold my hand. Of all the songs I could have cried during (which is pretty much every single one of them), I spontaneously combusted during this one.

Afterward, I got a t-shirt that fits me pretty much perfectly. And we found a pizza parlor close to the hotel that is open until two. By the time we got back to the hotel and got into our pjs it was almost two. We both crashed pretty hard.

The next morning we got up, had some breakfast, and wandered around a bit.

Here are some pictures of our adventures. Enjoy them.

Also, please forgive any graininess. I still can't get my digital camera to hold a charge and I was trying to be polite by leaving the flash on my phone off.