Diametric Pressure

Bff stayed at my place Friday night so we could get our shit together and go to the next town over to catch our first bus. We were perhaps a little overexcited and ended up being an hour early, so we killed some time at WalMart. We were two of about five people on the bus to Elmira, where we had to wait for our next connection to Binghamton. Some creeper, high as fuck, was walking around the bus station talking about gay guys and cats, and, apparently, being Jimi Hendrix II. (That last part is according to bff, I didn’t hear it.)

We had to wait for six. Fucking. Hours. In Binghamton to get our 11:45 connection to New York City. We sat there. And ate lunchables like bosses. And sat there. And sat by the bathroom to charge bff’s phone. (The Binghamton bus station has a serious lack of outlets.) And took selcas in the bathroom. And sat there. And did Kpop dances by the doors as we were waiting to get kicked out. And it was 9:45. And the security guard came over and told us we had to go outside because the building was closing. So we stood outside. And complained about the cold. And had a run-in with some more creepy fucks. Who thankfully lost interest pretty quickly and continued on their merry way. And met some girl going to Syracuse. And an Asian girl getting on our bus to NYC. And a black girl doing the same. And all of them sympathized with us for getting kicked out into the cold in sketchy-ass, creepy Binghamton.

This is the inside of the station at Binghamton.

And one of the bathroom selcas that boredom produced.

11:45 rolled around, and so did our bus. Fortunately it had outlets on it, so bff charged her phone again. (She has a smartphone, and that thing eats battery like no tomorrow.) She slept some. I didn’t. I was texting Cam at 1am. “I’m kinda drunk.” Lovely. I expected drunken texts until we arrived, but didn’t get any. Good for you for finding a place that didn’t card you, bb!

We finally got to NYC at 3am on Sunday. I was still texting Cam, who happened to be in Times Square. So he came and met us on the corner of 42^nd and 8^th at 3:30 in the morning. Such a sweetie you are~ (Meanwhile, bff was posting angry tweets about me because she was paranoid and upset that I was so excited to meet my oppar.) He and his bff walked us the ten or so blocks to Hotel Pennsylvania, where we then continued to wait for another eight hours to check into our room. I didn’t sleep until we got up there at 1pm. Fun. In the meantime, there were Japanese kids dancing and singing and taking pictures, and a bunch of people speaking a bunch of languages. A bunch of British kids came down at 7am and after that any hope of sleep was impossible. I kept myself busy by texting the fuck out of Cam. (Haha, but what else is new? I do that on a regular basis anyway.)

The corner where we met Cam and his bff.

Unfortunately I did not think to take a photo of the hotel lobby. >:

When we finally did get into our room at 1, I spent three hours sleeping. I pretty much hadn’t slept in 28 hours by then, so I needed it. Then showered and got my shit together and went across the street to Madison Square Garden. We met up with bff’s friend Eelan for a minute, and then stood in line with Cam and his bff to get merch. As we were getting under the awning, Cam pointed out that the bigscreen outside said “SMTown New York City: SOLD OUT.” That was one of the only things at that point that made me happy, because we stood in line for another hour thereafter. Finally one of the employees said if we were ticketed, we could go up ahead. So we did. And then it turned into a giant clusterfuck. So we just went into the venue. (It was 6:30 by then, and doors opened at 6.)

I was surprised just how good our seats were. I mean, I expected them to be decent, but we could see everything really well. After sitting there for a while and watching the same advertisement reel a dozen times, the lights started going down and people started screaming. They played Wonderboy between the time they shut of the ad reel and when the show started. F(x) opened the show, and I kind of immediately became a big fan of Amber. She looked really out of place with the rest of the group, but she was cool. Then SNSD, Kangta, SHINee, Super Junior, BoA, and HoMin. SNSD did Genie and The Boys and blah. Honestly I wasn’t paying that close attention, and I don’t know their music. (Though to be frank, during The Boys, I was screaming, “Please brings the boys out!”) SHINee performed Juliette, Amigo, Ring Ding Dong, and Lucifer that I remember. There was fire during Ring Ding Dong that made the whole room warm up like thirty degrees. (Which was nice, considering it was actually quite cool.) And during Lucifer all the boys were on wires and shooting green lasers around the venue. Which was fucking awesome. Minho was CRAZY all night long, running around the stage and headbanging and… Wow. Kangta did three songs, none of which I knew. The break-a shake-a whatever one was cool though. BoA had some nice stage presence. She spent a lot of time talking to the audience and did more dancing than singing, but she was still nice to watch. HoMin didn’t make it onstage until almost the end of the concert, and when they did nearly my entire side of the venue stood up and started screaming, so I didn’t hear or see much of them.

Our view of the stage from our seats.

Super Junior technically opened with a KRY rendition of Sorry Sorry Answer. Wook wore his pink tux and Kyu was in that navy double-breasted jacket that looks so good on him. They did Bonamana before they introduced themselves, and Henry and Zhou joined them on stage. There was a bunch of cheering for Mimi, but not nearly enough in my opinion. >: Then they did Perfection (in Mandarin!) and Henry managed not to rip his pants. They performed Miracle and Dancing Out, Mr. Simple, the Don’t Don remix (with Mimi and Henry! ♥), U, and Sorry Sorry. (Not in that order.) Kyuhyun did a duet with Seo…whoever of A Way Back Into Love. Eunhyuk and Shindong did a rap with Key and Minho. Something about being a champion if you like SME and hip-hop and I don’t even know, but it was fucking awesome. Eunhyuk did a dance thing with Taemin and Minho and some of the girls, too. Bias aside, SJ had THE best stage presence. They were all over the place, interacting with people and waving and at the very end as Leeteuk was leaving the stage he went and stood in front of every section and made a heart with his arms. Kyuhyun was bouncy and excited and adorable the whole time. There was some EunHae fanservice, too. It was so much I don’t even remember. All I know is that I was screaming every word to every song I knew at the top of my lungs and went deaf in my right ear at one point. I’m surprised I haven’t lost my voice. Their performance sincerely convinced me that I would sell my soul to be at SS4.

 

When it was over, I found Cam outside again and he gave me a Kyu fan. :3 (You should not have. Seriously.) I wasn’t aware he had paid for it until I read his account of the weekend.

“I got a Wook!” He said as he pulled a Ryeowook fan out of his bag.

“Aww~”

“Did you get a Kyu?”

“No. Why?”

“Do you want a Kyu?”

“Do you have a Kyu?”

“I have a Kyu.” He handed me a Kyuhyun fan, which is currently sitting on my bed.

We left the venue and said goodbye by the subway station as he left to go creeping on the boys. I went back to my hotel room and cried and went to bed. I refused to speak to my bff when she came back in which made her kind of angry. But I was tired and upset and we had to get up to catch our bus back to Binghamton.

 

The photos I thought to take of the inside of our room when I got back. I promise there’s like three feet from the end of the bed to the wall. The only thing missing from the photo of the bathroom is the shower. :|

We went down to Penn Station, as our tickets were labeled, and were told to go back to the station on 42^nd, where we started Sunday morning. We ended up waiting for over an hour past the time that our tickets were labeled, but we did get where we were supposed to go, even if we were freaking out. By the time we got back home we were so ready to be back in the middle of nowhere.

Bff playing with her tea in the gas station where Mom picked us up this afternoon.

If I learned anything from this trip it is that, despite my belief otherwise, Super Junior is actually made up of real people that actually exist, and that Cam is about fifty bajillion times more gorgeous in person. (And that is a compliment, so shush.) Sadly, I realized as we were leaving this morning that no photos of us together exist. I guess we’ll have to wait until SS4.