While almost avoiding the thought of the Chariot concert on last night (or at least last night relative to the time at which I'm writing), Michal Mullane called about an hour before to save from me from too much boredom for the night.  At first, I denied the offer, being somewhat still longing for sleep and drowsy as well, but then, I realized and called her back to make a daring escape from home to Rocketown.  Once there, I was greeted with a surprise, actually he greeted me--Carter Hays, that is.  Apparently, Michal's boyfriend had become acquainted with Carter through Siegel in some fashion.  Also with our party, in addition to Carter, Justin (the aforementioned boyfriend), Michal, and me, was another couple--the male named Cody, and the girl whose name I've forgotten (but for clarity purposes I shall refer to her as Nikki).  Luckily, despite my late departure, Rocketown has honed its skills at being late even more, and we stood in line a while after the scheduled start of the show, much to Carter's displeasure, as well as a few others.  I didn't mind too much because the rain only sprinkled occasionally, not nearly enough to cause me any trauma.
In a sense I almost expected some of the awkwardness of discourse for a little bit, for I was a little riled from all the anxiety of rushing to Rocketown and locking my keys in the car, for which I would acquire help later.  Soon enough, however, things seemed to fall into place, and conversations generally went well.
Once inside, we discovered the house was not nearly full, or much rather, even close, a fact Carter remarked several times about later on.  The first band, definitely but not defiantly metalcore, was Alcina from Nashville.  Being a local band, I didn't expect much or receive much in return, but they were alright.
The next band needs an introduction.  Waiting in line, I stated that, at Rocketown, it was next to impossible to go to far with your outward appearance, a point with which Cody agreed; however, the second band, The Becoming, summarily disproved me.  While most of them appeared strange (as in stranger than usual fare at the venue), one of the electric guitar players on the side where we stood appealed to my taste in humor a whole lot better.  His hair, by far, is the strangest I've ever encountered.  Being starkly black on his pallid face, the front half was long, and draped the sides of face while the bangs were pulled back to resemble a cockatoo (bird).  The back, on the other hand, was shaved with the exception of a long mohawk running from the crest of the cockatoo to the base of his skull, forming what looked to resemble a tail.  Tattooed, and covered in the white/black fashion sense of Dracula, with some "cowboy" flavoring added, these fellows appeared to produce some similar, if not the exact same thing, as Alcina.  We were wrong.
While their execution wasn't so bad, the band was terrible, relapsing from the mundane to the sociopathic love songs of the band HIM.  I walked out during their performance to use the restroom; I decided not to waste my ears.  All in all, I think Michal pointed out the obvious truth: "You'd think these guys would be a little more hardcore."
The next band, despite odd beginnings, was a treat and the band Carter liked.  Their name was Maylene and the Sons of Disaster, and they lived up to the Southern Rock-flavored hardcore for which Carter acclaimed them so much.
By the time of the Chariot, I was forced to cut short my visit due to the locking of the keys in the car.  They were also good as well--first rate hardcore even--though I enjoyed Maylene much more.
None of us slam danced, and Cody and Nikki kept to themselves most of the show.
I called my parents and asked them to do me the favor of bringing the van key to access the car and travel home.  What I hadn't counted on was the depletion of my battery during the show due to leave the keys in the ignition with the batter on.  So then, my dad and I had to find a place with jumper cables and solve that issue.  I thank him for being kind despite my second fault in locking away my keys.
Overall, it was a fun night...way better than staying at home...