Last Friday was my last day at BlackBerry, which was very bittersweet. After a year and two months of working there, I had grown accustomed to the 9-5 office life and felt like I had just perfected the work/life balance.
My coworkers took me out to lunch that day, I said goodbyes to everyone in our department, and made my last coffee in the office kitchen. When the end of the work day neared, I returned my cell phone and laptop to IT and took the stairs down to the parking garage for the last time.
Throughout the week and over the weekend, I hit up my favorite Bay Area spots with various friends, which was also a nice way to say goodbye to some of my closest friends. While walking around Berkeley, Palwasha and I got mistaken for a couple of freshmen touring the campus. I also hit up my favorite bars in the city, including Novela, which was my first bar the night I turned 21. The rest of the time was spent with family, as Angela is moving back to Davis this Friday.
Kayla and I got the last of the necessities figured out, including all the utilities, which cemented the fact that we are actually doing this and proved to our parents we were learning how to adult. Kayla is on her way down to LA as we speak.
Last night, I finally started packing and this time it felt different. This time, I wasn’t moving just 15 minutes from home into an already-furnished room in the residence halls. To finally have a place away from home that I can truly call my own space is an amazing feeling. School starts in September and my internship on the Warner Bros studio lot will start in Oct. Very excited for this new phase in my life to begin.
Yes, it was technically a Weezer/Panic! At The Disco joint concert but Angela and I only stayed for P!ATD and left before Weezer came on. Overall, it was a great Sunday night and the weather was just warm enough—we didn’t need any extra sweaters. We set our blanket out on the lawn and debated getting food. (We did not, mainly because I was too lazy to walk all the way back out across the lawn again and because I feared our spots would get taken. I made up for it afterwards by buying Angela dinner.)
Of course, it wouldn’t be a concert at the Shoreline Amphitheatre without an insanely long General Admission line that starts at the parking lot. We spent two hours in line, our faces towards the sun, and managed to enter the venue just as the sun was setting. I listened to a very problematic conversation about lesbianism. There was also one Porta-Potty adventure involved. About an hour and a half into waiting, I Snapchatted my friends a pic of the non-moving line, then watched an Asian mother look for her husband’s white minivan after successfully dropping off her kids on foot.
When we finally made it to the gate, it was chaos as everyone hurried to get inside and the security guards hastily waved metal detectors over us. Once inside, every stall already had tens of fans lined up, waiting to get concert swag or beer. Angela and I quickened our paces for the lawn.
The concert started an hour and 15 minutes past the printed time and thank God P!ATD came on first because I already needed to pee. They played many songs from their new album, a few classics, and their cover of “Bohemian Rhapsody.” A few British girls behind us went crazy for each and every song P!ATD played and stomped all over our blanket.
After playing for an hour and a half, P!ATD’s set came to a close. As the crew prepped for Weezer to come on, we followed a bunch of people off the lawn and out of the venue. Sorry, Weezer. We made it back to Alameda at around 11, got some food, then went home where I immediately put the blanket in the laundry.