So I’ve had a few people sending me messages asking about this, and you guys have probably noticed that I haven’t made a post about the Skrillex gig I went to in Bristol on 02/16/2012. That’s because it was kind of a nightmare [for me anyway]… Here is a recount of my night.

I was with two friends, and I’d forced both of them to come to the venue about 6 hours too early and sit with me outside the tour bus, waiting for Sonny to be sighted. Over the course of those 6 hours I talked to several bearded roadies, got an evil glare from Robby Moore, the merch guy, got really really cold, met some emo kids who were waiting to see Sonny too, sang a lot of Disney songs and got pretty stoned, but I did not see Sonny. Although one of the girls I was with got invited into Sonny’s tour bus to sit on the driver’s knee…

After about an hour of standing in the actual queue we got inside and started drinking. Duh. We’d been holding off on drinking all day because the after party was set to go on until 4am and we didn’t want to end up being hideously drunken messes, especially not when I was so determined to meet Sonny.

So right now I should fill you in on my health. I am not allowed to drink. I’ve been strictly forbidden to consume alcohol by my doctor. Fok tha police. But really, I’m kind of a total idiot for drinking. I don’t have any kidneys… I had to have both removed because they had both developed numerous cancerous cysts. There’s a machine that does the job of my kidneys that I use every night, but essentially it means my body cannot get rid of alcohol in my blood system.

I drank three drinks within the space of about 15 minutes and then went into the main hall to see Alvin Risk and Zane Lowe perform. The crowd were kind of awful. Everyone was unfriendly, pushing and shoving, there were fights and nasty words and people were humping and groping where they were not wanted. One of the girls I was with pretty much got sexually assaulted. It was nothing like the crowd at the Skrillex gig I attended in December. Zane Lowe actually had to stop his set at one point and tell everyone to stop so that about 20 people who had fallen down could get up before they were trampled. I was one of those 20 people, Zane Lowe potentially saved my life!

Anyway, Sonny came onstage and of course everyone flipped out. By this point I was starting to get dizzy and feel nauseous, but I ignored it. I’d made my way front and center during Zane’s set and I wasn’t about to give my position away. My memory gets a little hazy around this point, the last thing I remember was dancing to Summit right up at the barrier. I looked up at the lights, there were bright white laser-beams shooting across the room and I could see little droplets of sweat glistening in the shafts of light, like stars in far off galaxies.

And that’s where my memory blacks out. The next thing I remember is being in the little cordoned off smoking area out front, puking my entrails up. My friend called me an ambulance and I was whisked off to the hospital and treated for alcohol poisoning. Before I was taken away, I handed the E.T. necklace I had for Sonny and the bacon band-aids I had for Roadhog to my friend and told her she had to meet Skrillex for me.

And she did. She gave him his necklace, and before he even had it out of the packaging he grinned at her and asked “Is this E.T.?!” She got a hug, she got an autograph for herself and one she brought to me in the emergency room, she put a sailor hat on his head, which he then removed from his head and put on hers [I was so jealous it hurt a little bit when she told me that.] And just before he left to go to the after party, she asked him to draw her one of his little monsters [like the one #47 is dedicated to] and a few days later she got it tattooed.

She told me that Roadhog was encouraging Sonny to get in the car and leave, but he insisted on staying to talk to every fan, to take a picture with everyone, sign every piece of paper. He was sweeter, even nicer in person than imagined, and I didn’t even think that possible. Oh, and she couldn’t get over just how short he was.

So the night was a little disastrous for me, but Sonny still got my gift at least. Plus, I still have something to look forward to, because I am going to meet Skrillex before I die!

This is her amazing tattoo.