Denim Daze

Denim Daze

• Saturday, August 16, 2014

Dress: AE   Jacket: Forever 21   Boots: Nasty Gal   Necklace: c/o Lylif

I cannot express the delight I got when I spotted this dress on the American Eagle clearance rack. The ironic part, was I was being such a good girl until my friend invited me to go to the mall with her. She ended up not buying anything while I walked out of there with a bag or two. Sigh.

The amount of comments and questions as to where I got this dress were numerous the day I wore this outfit. All of which were from older ladies, funnily enough. This acid wash, skater skirt is totally reminiscent of the 90's (which is making such a comeback in the fashion world), and I love it combined with my white leather jacket and insane Nasty Gal boots! With a swipe of red MAC lipstick, I felt like I could take on the world. Isnt' that such an awesome side effect of a good outfit? I love it!

If you follow me on Instagram (@dragonfruit_diaries), you probably know about the Monumentour concert I went to on Wednesday. Yes, that's right, I saw Paramore and FOB live!! Oh my word, it was the best show I've ever been too; which may not be saying much, since I've only seen four in my lifetime, but seriously...wow.

My friend Ruth and I were late due to the insanely long line, and we walked into the event center right as New Politics finished up their set. However, we located another mutual friend and slowly wiggled, slid, and shoved (nicely, with muttered apologies) our way to the section of the sweaty body mass that she was at. About ten minutes later, Paramore took the stage in an explosion of lights and the screams of fans all around us. Still Into You started playing, and Hailey's aqua blue head bobbed furiously as she danced, kicked, and energetically worked the stage - which she proceeded to do for the next hour. Girl must be a cardio beast!

What else can I say? That's the best thing about live shows - you can't quite sum up into words what the experience is like. You have your favorite bands and artists, and you spend so much time hearing their songs as background anthems for whatever you may be doing. Then when you see them live, you feel that song to your bones. It moves you in a way you didn't think possible. The energy level of the crowd swells around you, carrying you with them and helping you reach a heart drumming exhilaration at the feeling of being there and connecting with both the artist and their fans.

It's an amazing feeling. One that I'd happily invest in again and again.

Anyway, they had some crazy confetti going on throughout their set, and towards the end, we were dancing, scream-singing, and waving our hands in the air as literally thousands (millions, possibly) of shreds of paper rained down on us and stuck to our sweat soaked bodies.
Unfortunately, Paramore's set had to come to an end eventually, and they said goodbye to us singing my favorite summer anthem, "Ain't It Fun."

Another wait ensued once they departed, and the set change took about twenty to twenty-five minutes.
I saw why it took a bit longer once the fireworks went off. Yes, Fall Out Boy's set began with a bang.
Literally.

It startled me, but only for a moment once I realized what was going on. Fireworks had exploded up from the stage, and the hazy fog machines revealed the slow appearance of FOB as they rose from beneath the stage. They started their half of the show with "Phoenix", and I have to say, it's probably from their entire fist pumping setlist that's caused this ache in the base of my neck.
Apparently, I am capable of head banging. When induced with the correct music, strong emotions, and fiery adrenaline, it can happen.

There were more fireworks throughout, pillars of fire (which I could feel even from my spot in the crowd), and flashy graphics popping on the huge screen behind them.
Then the most amazing moment happened. Pete Wentz, one of the popular dreamboats from the band, made direct eye contact with me and smiled. Moments later, I felt something hard and plastic knock against my outstretched hands. After a bit of scrambling around on the confetti littered floor, I dug up the bass pick he'd thrown at me.

Night = made

So I could wax on and on about the concert, but I suppose I've shared enough in this post, eh? Haha, hope you enjoyed the photos!