I don't even know where to begin of if I should even be writing this because it just makes me angrier the more I think about it. So tonight was the Taking Back Sunday show in Melbourne, Fl. Guess who made plans to go? Me. Guess who couldn't go? Me. I have been looking forward to this show for months. The show was part of FIT's homecoming and was free for everyone, not just students. I had made sure to clear my schedule and had quite a few people who told me they would come. I even offered to pick anyone up. There was no excuses for anyone not to go. First of all it's TBS, second, it's free, and third, I was offering to give people rides for free. Also, Adam's wife just had a baby so they had Spencer Chamberlain (ex-Underoath) fill in on vocals which would have been incredible to see!!!
I had a bunch of people saying they would come, but then the numbers started dwindling down. Hunter ended up going out of town. Heather forgot about it and had already bought a costume for a Halloween party she was going to tonight. Laelda had a friend staying the weekend and she said they only knew a few of TBS's songs so it wasn't worth going. Megan said she would, but she has to work tomorrow at 6am. Massiel said she was working on homework tonight. Peph loves TBS and was planning on going but ended up ditching me for a fundraising thing for one of our class projects (which she totally could've done something else to get hours). Hector said he hates concerts so he didn't want to go (although, he did say he would've went had he known I had no one to go with which is very sweet of him). Jamie was going to go but ended up having too much to do tonight. It was one thing after another with everyone. It's just frustrating because people kept cancelling on me literally last minute.
That wasn't really the big issue. The big issue was my parents. I would of rather gone with friends because this was a festival type thing with vendors and music but I will literally do anything to see TBS. They really are that good. So I was debating on whether or not I should tell my mom that I was going alone because I knew she would be upset. It's not my fault that I have friends who like to cancel last minute, or that I have friends that have no clue who TBS even is. I just can't tell a lie. I would've felt awful the whole ride down there knowing I had lied to my mom about going alone. She flipped out when I told her that. She told me she didn't want me going because it was not safe for me to go alone to an area that I had never been to before. What's crazy is that she let me drive to St. Pete which is farther to Melbourne by myself for Underoath's last show, but she wouldn't let me drive to this concert. It makes no sense. She called my dad to talk to him about me going alone and left him two nasty voice mails about how bad it was. I am not stupid. I am always careful when I go places, especially places I have never been to. I know what to look out for.
Then, my mom tries to tell that she lets me take the car anywhere I want to, and that she had to put her foot down this one time and say no. That is such bs. She always complains about everywhere I want to go being a waste of gas and more miles being put on her car. She has told me no so many times when I have wanted to go places. These were places that were less than an hour away. My dad and I were supposed to trade cars because my mom did not want me driving our beat up corolla all the way to Melbourne, but I wasn't able to get a hold of my dad. I kept calling him and texting him, but he never answered his phone. Apparently he was stuck in a meeting that ran late. He knew I was going to switch cars with him. The concert started at 6 or 630 I think. My dad did not get home til 7pm. Then he told me he thought it was a bad idea for me to be going by myself. He said he did not want me driving that late at night, even though I have driven home at 4 or 5 in the morning before with no problems from him.
Both of them kept telling me no. It made me so upset. I had been planning on going to this for months as I said. TBS is one of my all time favorite bands. I started listening to them in middle school. They are part of what got me into the music I listen to today. They have had such an influence on my life. And to get to see them for free with Underoath's old singer would have made for the best show ever. I was crying I was so upset. Once my mom saw me crying hard she realized this was not just another stupid concert for me. This was something that meant a lot to me and she finally realized that. She told me she was sorry and said she would try to see if she could get my dad to go with me, even though it was already 7pm. That was when I had just about had enough.
Her saying that made me feel like I was 5. I don't need my dad to come with me. I am 21. It makes me so frustrated because if I wasn't living at home, I could go to concerts anytime I wanted to without any hassle from anyone. I felt like a child. I don't need someone with me at all times. I am a grown woman and know how to handle myself. I know that there is danger out there and that I need to be careful, but I am careful! I always watch around me when I am out places. I always keep my guard up.
Since my mom felt bad, she offered to go see a movie with me instead (as if that was going to make up for me missing what could and should have been the best concert of my life). So we went and saw Bad Grandpa. I didn't want to see a movie. I was in a sour mood and didn't even want to talk to her, but I was stuck at home with nothing to do, so I figured I might as well go see the movie. My mom pissed me off further by saying to me during the movie "See, this is better than that concert would have been anyway!" That was about as far from the truth as you could get. That had me fuming, but I tried to let it go and enjoy the rest of the movie (which I did). I worked my ass off today to get all of my Friday assignments done before I was going to leave for the concert so I ended up having nothing to do tonight. I literally sat on my bed on the computer doing nothing.
So much anger and frustration. I missed my favorite band and one of the best vocalists. That is never going to happen again. I'm telling my parents that they are paying for my ticket the next time TBS is in town (which probably won't be for at least another year, if at all).
I am just so worried about this Colorado trip Peph and I are planning for Xmas. If my parents won't even let me drive an hour and fiftenen minutes to see TBS then I doubt they would let me drive three days to Colorado to see OneRepublic. Even though we are renting a car, so she can't use the miles and gas thing as an excuse, I have a feeling she won't let me go. Now is the perfect time for me to be doing these things while I have no obligations such as work or kids. TBS has been around for 10 years so I need to see them before they break up. My parent's can't shelter me forever. They need to realize that.
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