heres the skinny of what occured:

we left weymouth at 6pm
it took us about 2.5 hours to get there because there was some traffic in boston and then again somewhere else (maybe NH?)
Brad and Lauren were in the driver and passenger seats respectively.
The rest of circle jerked to the notion of Nick filling gatorade bottles with his own urine.

We arrived and loaded in around 8:30, they were already collection money at the door, but the crowd was a little thin.
After loading in, Brad, Nick and myself went next door to Margaritaville to hear John Wayne Gacy sing songs. We ordered some nachos, which took about 40 minutes for them to make. Inside this place we saw some nice looking ladies who were unfortunately repulsed by our lack of style.
Then it was there that we saw Marmitron! This creature is all woman, she started devouring entire families of whores (there was alot of mother daughter tag teams going on in this place).

After getting our nachos we went back to the club (which is down a flight of stairs) we positioned ourselves in a corner and devoured the nachos.
Then we met a few of the fella's from Conifer (who are touring with KA in october), which was good. Then the guys from Kurixis came and we had our own little crew going on. That was very fortunate for us, because any minute Blink-183 was about to play.

Fast forward past the opening band.
I haggled with a man over a Mortician CD in my distro, and we both were happy with the final outcome. Then this broad started talking to me, I forget her name, but she had a blue pony tail. I later found out she is pretty spoken for so nothing came from that. Big Gay Alaska was on second, this band is awesome. Think the Melvins meet Portland, ME.
They played for about 35 minutes or so, I wish they played longer because I was digging their shit.

Kevorkian's Angels headlined the gig, and the crowd stayed!!
They played an awesome set too, the first 2 songs the bass and kick drums were muddled together, but the sound guy fixed that quickly.
Everyone moved up front as their set progressed, headbanging and foot stomping to favorites such as backstabber and my inner demons. Their set ended with a crowd sing a long of the Ramones (blitzkrieg bop).

The after party was the best, as we were loading out and talking to John from Big Gay Alaska and DMGP (he booked the show) some kid ran down the street screaming repeatedly 'CALL 911!!!'.
There was 2 kid running in front of him, and one behind him.
We thought he was joking, but he kept doing it so I wandered across the parking lot to see what was happening. Someone ran up to me asking if I had a cellphone because someone was dying in an alleyway.
Brad called 911 as we went to see this spectacle.
There before our very own eyes was James Coulsted!
He was laying face first in a pool of his own blood (this was the guy that was screaming 911 earlier, apparantly he though stopping in the alley to die was a good idea). He told us his name and that they took his wallet (obviously talking about Joyce Kulhawik and Jimmy Buffet).
We told him not to be such a pussy, so we took his sneakers, pissed on his back, kicked him around a few times and stuck a flyer in his pocket.
The cops showed up right after that and arrested some mexican hookers that we confessed knew the attackers.
Luckily Mark stole some milk crates, so we had more comfortable seats for the ride home, which took considerably less time due to no traffic.
I got home at 5 am from one of the more exciting KA shows to date!