I feel so old.
That's right, I went to a concert without knowing a single band involved. I was in front for the first two acts, got hot in my jacket, kicked in the head 6 or 7 times by crowdsurfers, and almost knocked over an equal number of times by shockwaves from moshers, and ditched for the bar by the time Sugarcult came on, to have a Coke.
I drank and made fun of bad dancers and kissy couples, as everyone else kept crowdsurfing far ahead.
I liked Rufio.
Vicky has a massive bruise on her arm; this makes me sad.
Massive.
I had a pizza sub after the show, and watched the simpsons. It was good stuff. It was relaxing, after loud music and crap.
There was a kid who was probably 12 with a blond mohawk. I called them kids who were 2 years younger than me trying to be 2 years older than me.
Such posers.
As you may have noticed, this entry lacks coherence. You probably get the idea that I went to a concert that was unfamiliar territory, and it was both bad and good, funny and disgusting at the same time.