Between my ridiculously delayed layover in Houston, the concert Saturday and the drama of Sunday (and no, I don't really want to go into it), I have had about nine hours of sleep total
from Saturday to this morning. So, sorry about the super late update, all I wanted to do when I got home from work (because yes, like a moron, I said it was okay for me to go into work the day after I got home) was sleep, sleep, and sleep some more. Also, Clayton came back with us. *sighs* This is going to be stressful.( Not so much a live report as me spewing words at random. Yay, SMTown! )
The after-party was a total bust. The music was way
too loud (I mean, shit, I'm a clubber. If I say it was too loud, it was fucking too loud), and about three-quarters of the room was crowded into one area so they could, I dunno, catch a glimpse of Taemin drinking or something. Because yes, SHINee was there (I debated with myself as to whether I should or shouldn't call the cops), most of Girls Generation, Yunho, Donghae, Shindong, Eunhyuk, Ryeowook, Kyuhyun, and a few others. Basically, if I didn't see them go in, I wasn't gonna know they were there, because I
wasn't gonna turn creepy fangirl. No, I got drunk, danced a little, shouted in Sarah's ear (there was absolutely no other way to communicate in that place, trust me), and watched Yunho be awesome.
Dude, Yunho went up several pegs in my estimation for actually coming out and trying to make that after-party not suck. Because with the way everyone was basically trapping the poor artists in the corner, I figured they'd be too terrified to navigate their way through and do ANYTHING. For all I know, they might still be trapped back there by the creepy. So, uber-points to Yunho for balls, man. I loved him for it. ♥
And now, time for my rant about KPop fans. It won't be a long one, I promise, but it needs to be done.
1) The world does not revolve around you, nor do the people on it live to serve your whims. If you ask someone who paid quite a bit of money
to switch seats with you because you didn't have the wherewithal to get tickets to sit with your friends, and then not even offer to compensate for the difference between the much shittier seat and the good one, FUCK YOU. Of course I'm not going to fucking switch with you. And you have no right to complain if I don't. Mommy and Daddy might have paid for your
ticket, but I paid for mine all on my fucking own. Next time, plan ahead.
2) Just because you weren't born in time to make it to the after-party gives you no right to resent me just because I am
. Grow up, jesus.
3) Don't act like douches. When someone asks you a perfectly legitimate question, don't blow that person off for no good reason.
4) Stalker fans are scary. You
may not realize that hanging around a group of people and taking fifty million pictures of them drinking is creepy, but I promise you, the rest of the world thinks so. It's a big area. Go get a drink. Dance, or something. You are not at a zoo, and they are not animals in a cage for you to ogle. They are people, and you are freaking them out.
5) Lines are lines. They are not to be ignored at your convenience, and shoving people who legitimately are
waiting in line to the side is kind of bullshit.
6) Fanboys are included in this crazy. I was nearly shoved over the rail several times by a group of boys that decided whenever Girls Generation was on that life was expendable. Not theirs
. Mine. And they never even apologized. Or acknowledged my existence (despite the fact that I was actually in my assigned seat, and they were just being arrogant douchebags that decided murder
was less horrific than not seeing Luna just that little bit closer).
7. Being ditched is never fun. Being ditched three times in one day is even worse. Being ditched three times and not even getting an apology, or a follow-up, or anything? Bullshit.
Meeting Sarah certainly taught me a valuable lesson, though. Do not go to these events in a group
. The grouping KPop fans are rude and evil, and they will all keep inside their little cliques like it's some warped version of high school. No, go alone, meet others that have gone alone, and hang. It's much better that way. The ones that went alone are generally just as anti-crazy-fan as you are.