We Are So Hard Core.

We finally did it. After this and this, the day of the concert finally came!

FALL OUT BOY!

Here are the players left to right:

The Annie (queen of fashion), The Kelsi (my darling neice), The Lindee (lil sis & partner in crime), The Sydney (Baby sis's non-boyfriend's little sister, did ya get that?) & The Alyse (baby sis with the non-boyfriend).




The last concert that I went to at the Saltaire was my boyfriend's, Gerard, and his cute little group My Chemical Romance.

Loved it by the way.

But I was pick pocketed during the concert. And yes, police officer who wrote down my case, I was pick pocketed from my back pocket and I didn't even notice. He was acting like I was crazy, hello? Has he never been to a concert where you get smashed, trampled, groped and grabbed constantly? Ugh.

Anyway, so I was way to scared to take my new camera into the actual concert so I made everyone pose outside the Saltaire before we went in. As promised girls, here they are!


Annie grabbing my ass. I didn't complain.














Thanks Sydney for being our photographer as we attempted to be America's Next Top Models. Much love.






Wow, in the next pic it looks like Alyse is grabbing my crotch. She did not grab my crotch, or maybe she did and I didn't notice because I seem to have a problem with things like that.




Ok, so we did actually get to go inside and see the concert, I tried my best to get pics with my camera phone. The pictures aren't great but I think you get the idea.

The guys first came out in these suits with their hair nice and combed over. Pete looked like he had a black eye. (bottom pic)






Then they left the stage, changed clothes,






and Annie was happy,




and we were too.








And we were also very hard core.






So Annie and I went there thinking that we wanted to hump Pete, the guitar player. (You know, Ashlee Simpson's husband?) But dude, Patrick, the lead singer, has got lungs! He was so amazing live! And I think we fell in love with him instead. Pete did most of the talking, probably because he is the hottest member of the band, but he is so little and short in real life, he kinda looks like a little kid on stage.



So we changed our opinion and now we want to hump Patrick instead.




Yes Angie, I'm talking about humping.


Again.


So we all had a great time and left the concert very sweaty, out of breath, and soar throats. (sorry Annie!) Hence no "after" pics thank you very much.

Oh, and just an FYI, my husband is well aware of my humping dreams about Patrick. He's ok with it.


I think.