Last Thursday, I got bloody with the AMAZING Kelly Polark and Jared Leto sort of at the 30 Seconds to Mars concert. Hands down the most fun I've ever had getting bloody.
Bloody freaking bath of the century.
But before you freak because seriously there were plenty of people even at the concert who thought we were nuts, 30 Seconds to Mars likes to have themed concerts, and this particular one had a BloodBall theme. Which meant BLOOD. And for all those who didn't come bloody enough, they had blood booths set up.
Me in the blood booth. This was just before I slammed my eyes closed.
Ever seen anyone smile like this when getting splattered with blood? This is the influence of Jared Leto.
I don't normally enjoy blood. I swear.
Here we are after the bloody splattering, trying to clean up a little.
Note to self: next time just let it dry. Smeared blood dries in a smear and then doesn't.come.off.
Also, doesn't Kelly look hot? I freaking LOVE that skirt.
Right before this picture, a random, unbloody lady asked to take a picture of us. With HER camera. Err? Okey doke.
We saw these guys up ahead of us in the tightly-packed crowd, but we were so determined to take a picture with them because seriously LOOK at them that we pushed our way through the horde and then nabbed a bystander to take the picture and ever so kindly forced people out of the way so we could get a great shot.
It's amazing what you can do after two red bulls with vodka.*
Oh, little story. I was at the bar and some guy tries to buy me a drink. He's loaded out of his mind and WTF. So, no. I ignored Mr. Overfriendly and paid the poor bartender who was freaking because the guy was yelling at him to take his money. And then as I was walking away, Mr. Overfriendly offered to give me his extra VIP golden ticket. So, I hesitated. Shrug. And then kindly told him no. That I preferred to surf the crowd on the main floor, thankyouverymuch. And then I possibly sorta kinda regretted not accepting the drink, because okay, he was so loaded, he was on the verge of either passing out on the counter or getting kicked out. He never would've found me again. Also, drinks were $8.
Here is The Man JARED himself.
Dang. Did you hear that? Yeah, I totally sighed just now. The guy looks like a bloody dreamboat.
You should've seen him when he was spitting blood into the crowd. I about fainted.
Dude, I was transfixed. Every time he came to our end of the stage (because we actually managed to get near the front), I just stopped jumping and screaming and just stood there, staring.
Like a goat.
(Ever seen a goat? Man, they are serious starers.)
If it weren't for the two giant dudes shoulder to shoulder in front of me, I likely would've floated to the stage, taken the mic from his hand and begged him to spit blood on me.
Which brings me to my next point.
Kelly? Yeah, she actually got on the stage. I wish I'd gotten my phone camera out. It was so freaking awesome. I didn't even know she was up there. I just turned around and the girlie was gone. And then one of the signs she'd brought shot up into the air on the stage, and I started jumping up and down with my sign OMG she made it and it was just magic. You can see Kelly's post on the concert RIGHT HERE.
I'm so tempted to go see them again in June. SO tempted.
Just for your viewing pleasure: 30 Seconds to Mars' HURRICANE video. It's up to you whether you watch the CENSORED or EXPLICIT version. I'm off to watch it for the bazijillionth time.
Oh god. Yeah.
I've got to go see Jared and 30STM again. GOT to.
*This was me with the red bull, not Kelly. Although Kelly is total badass at getting through the horde.