Br& New

So tomorrow I see Brand New again. It'll be my fourth time seeing them, although I feel like the first time shouldn't count since A) I'd never heard them before, and B) I didn't particularly like them. I'm pretty excited, although I could care less about the new songs. Deja Entendu was such an important album to me, though...there are songs on there that bring tears to my eyes every time I hear them, and I'll just repeat them over and over...namely, The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot. But I won't get to the show till right before doors open, and I won't get to be front row because of that, and I'm bummed. My best friends will be there though, minus Kathleen I guess, and maybe minus Amsa and Leah...but I do get Amanda and Jenny for sure, and Sarah and Ryann are coming out. That's what shows have become for me. I will still go alone, sure, but it's about the hugs when we see each other after weeks/months apart. It's about looking over and seeing my bliss reflected on their faces. I'm stoked. I'm actually heading down to Charlotte on Saturday to see the show again--this time with fewer friends, unfortunately, I am just supplying tickets for a couple of Britt's friends since she can't come anymore. But that will definitely be a show about the music, which is good since Friday will be about the people I'm with. I used to go for quantity, and now I try to go for quality, but sometimes I think they're the same thing.