I do not do drugs so 4/20 really has no significant meaning to me. So when I got my tickets to see Rammstein on April 20th it never occured to me that I was basically agreeing to lock myself inside an arena with 40,000 people on International Smoke Day. It was not until I called my friend Big V to tag along with me that she pointed out the date. We both thought what the hell, we haven't been to a real big production rock show since Marilyn Manson. Yeah, old Manson not new Manson. Go ahead and date me for that one. Oh and yes I know April was almost four months ago but hey, I am still doing better than my brother. I am sure he will be calling to wish me a Happy Birthday any day now.....my birthday was in January.
Anyways, Big V and I entered the arena around 8:30pm. We are late to everything.....EVERYTHING!!!! After going through the 5 security checks we enter the walking area that circled the arena. It was there that this little German man approached us. No, I am not just guessing he was German, I know for a fact he was German. He had a German accent and was from Berlin. I politely asked his Country of Origin, thank you. And he was littlle to me because I am 5'8" without shoes and I was wearing 7" high heeled boots. You do the math. He said to us, "hello, I am with the Rammstein (showed his pass) and we are having an after party after the show. Would you like to come?" Big V looked at me. I played cool and said, "sure." What was I going to say? NOOOOO!! Hell no!! When you get invited to party with Rammstein, you party with Rammstein. I don't care if you left your baby in the car with the windows up.
So, he put after party wristbands on us and led us down to enjoy the show.
Rammstein did not disappoint and it was quite possibly the best concert I have ever been to. They put on a full production and it was worth every penny to see them. Here are some shots.
After the show we went to go wait in Section 104. Supposedly that's where we were going to be picked up and taken to the afterparty. Let me just say that at this point I felt like my face had melted off. The pyro was so intense that it literally felt like I was on fire and I wasn't even in the front row of the show. I was towards the back of the floor as I have been warned by my friend who have seen them in the past.
While walking over to Section 104 I ran into my homegirl RubberDoll. In case you don't know, she is kind of a big deal in the fetish world and we will leave it at that. We are both Cuban girls living in South Florida that like latex. TWINSIES!!
LOOK AT MY BANGS!!!! They were so perfect when I got there....then, hell on Earth happened and foreheads got real moist.
Anyways, Big V and I went backstage with RubberDoll and some other people. We were told on the way to the party room to please not take any photos or video. Basically that was code for "If you take photos or video we will kick you the f*ck out!" Germans are way too polite. They should know Americans need to be talked to rough to get it through their heads because sure enough people tried taking photos and they were kicked out. I did sneak and take a video but I cannot and will not share that: one I don't want to be sued and two, someone on there is an educational provider to the youth of America and might lose their job. No, I am not the one in risk of being fired. I am sure I would be fired faster for the things I've written then for what's on that video. Anyways, the best way to describe the party is as an 80s German Disco.
Overall my 4/20 was great and I would like to give a shoutout to these dudes for being so bombed during the show that they provided the best display of Bromance on the planet.