SUMMERFEST!

Last week I went to Summerfest not once, but twice which is a new record for me. Any ways, I went Last Tuesday with my roommate Peter. Pictured here:

Any ways, Peter and I took a bus from Waukesha down to the Summerfest grounds. The first thing we did when we arrived was buy a nice glass of beer. After all, what is Summerfest without brew? We were drinking our beer, when I received a phone call on my cell phone.

(Note: This is a picture of me on my cell phone at a party two years ago. We did not have the time to take a picture of me on my cellphone at Summerfest. Sorry, for the crappy visual.)

It was my friend Andrea. She had come down from Madison to see the rock group STYX. She called me to say that she had arrived with her friends and that we should meet up with her. Peter and I drank our beers and then hurried off to the Potowatami Classic Rock stage. It took us about ten minutes to weave through the heavy traffic of teenagers, Goths, drunks, Summerfest sluts, and various people in the crowd; we arrived at the Classic Rock stage, but I could not find Andrea. So, I called her on my cellphone. She told me via cellphone that she was near a lemonade stand (no visual). So we met up with her and her Madison friends (no visuals).

Here is a picture of Andrea:

We waited anxiously for STYX to take the stage. After waiting about half an hour, STYX finally arrived. I was excited, I could hardly contain my enthusiasm. I screamed at the top my lungs, hoping, praying they would play the much beloved classic "Mr. Roboto." However, I decided before I could enjoy STYX, I needed another beer, as did Peter and Andrea's boyfriend, Garrett. Therefore, it was decided I would go on a beer run. The beer tent was less than twenty feet away from us. It took me about fifteen minutes to get there. When I finally got through all the mullets, cleavage, cuss words and sweat, I saw that it cost five dollars for a bottle of Miller Lite. I was reluctant to pay at first, but I realized that I was chosen by my peers (Peter and Garrett) to go on a beer run. I could not fail them. I bought three Miller Lites, which costs fifteen dollars. I made my way back, instead of going through the crowd of mullets, cleavage, cuss words, and sweat, I decided I would cut around the back. I did and it took me less than two minutes to return to my spot. With a beer in my hand, I was ready for STYX. They began to play. Silence came over the crowd as they belted the first line from "Lady." Then they sang a song I never heard of, and another, and another. They did a cover of The Beatles song, "I am the Walrus," which may have been the worst Beatles cover I have ever heard. They even did a Crosby, Stills, and Nash song. They were overstaying their welcome; the only two songs I wanted to hear were "Come Sail Away" and "Mr. Roboto." After waiting nearly an hour, they played "Come Sail Away." I sang along like an idiot, much to the embarrassment of Andrea and the rest of the group. With one song out of the way, all I needed was to hear "Mr. Roboto" and I would be one happy camper. It was nearly 9:30; surely they would play "Mr. Roboto" in a few minutes. They didn't! Maybe, they would play it as an encore. They didn't! That's right, STYX did not play "Mr. Roboto." I felt robbed as did every one else. If you are STYX, you sure as hell better play "Mr. Roboto,"as it is one of the only few songs any one knows by you. But instead, they opted to torture the audience with a few new songs. I'm so glad my parents gave me tickets to Summerfest, or I would have broken down in tears over the money I had wasted. Damn you STYX! Next time you play a gig, you best play "Mr. Roboto" or else there will be high hell to play. What's even more upsetting is that they did a teaser for "Mr. Roboto" half way through the show. They sang the opening line to the song, got every one excited, and then broke into a new song. It was horrible, just horrible. Oh well, that is part one of my Summerfest adventure. If I feel the need, I will talk about all the misadventures I got into last Thursday.