Alright, so I went to the Flogging Molly concert on Wednesday which was wonderful! We had really good seats and they had great energy, and of course also sounded great. Oh, and there were malts from Miss Katie's Diner - the best malts ever. Afterwards we met up with Elliott at Chopsticks which was, like the concert, very cool because I haven't seen him in forever. Really, it was a fabulous night.
Yesterday (Saturday) I went to the 30 Seconds to Mars/Dresden Dolls/Panic! At the Disco concert. From hell. I've been to riots more controlled than this stupid fucking concert. I was so psyched up because Dresden Dolls and got all dressed up, spending a good chunk of time making my accessories, etc. Apparently, there were about 5 people there to see Dresden Dolls and everyone else was there to see one of the other bands playing. Alright, so I got to the concert 2 bands before Dresden Dolls and met up with Katlynn. We started working our way into the already dense crowd and within half an hour I lost Katlynn, who had none too wonderful a time herself. At this point it was already too crowded for comfort and sickeningly hot. Blah blah blah I got farther up, things got more crowded at hot. Then 30 Seconds to Mars man suggested the crowd make room for mosh pits. Because we really needed less space per person and a bunch of people jumping around. At this point I got kicked in the teeth by someone who was crowd surfing. And I was a few inches from a fist fight where 3 drunk (I assume) guys on benches were wailing on a fourth, who was sort of being passed around in the aisle between them, punching this guy in the head. I give all my tissue to a girl who got knocked into a bench and got a big bumb on her head and a profusely bleeding nose. But I met a nice girl from Texas and together we managed to make it up onto one of the benches by saving spots there for people who just wanted to see Panic!. At this point, I've been standing for three hours. Blahblahblah... I don't remember strict order of events. Things were rediculously packed on the benches and it felt like you were on a small boat in the ocean. The benches rocked from side to side and you kept getting pushed forwards and backwards. Yes, I realize nodoy cares, so in short I got almost set on fire twice by smokers lighting up in this super-dense crowd (brilliant idea guys!), fallen on, pushed off the bench several times, stepped on/stood on/2 or 3 of my toes broken, and my shirt pulled up (Not purposly - it stuck to the girl in front of me one time I fell off the bench. And it was so crowded that no one even noticed. I barely noticed.). All of which was nothing compared to trying to leave after the Dolls finished playing. There has never been a more appropriate name than Panic! at the Disco. Also, I've never been anywhere so crowded. People were pushing at me from all sides and I literally had my face shoved into someone's chest at all times. And I'm short and asthmatic and allergic to smoke, so I couldn't breathe. No one would fucking move! One actually helpful college guy told me the only way I'd get out would be to crowd surf out. Recalling my conversation with Texas girl about her friend who broke her back crowd surfing, I went along with it. Then a bunch of people were like "Fuck that, she can fall," at which point I freaked out, had a panic attack, and started flailing. I kicked a few people in the head, which I really didn't mean to do. When I got down I was sobbing and scream "Move - I'm leaving." People didn't exactly give way, but they stopped pushing back on me so I did manage to get out. When I got out my mini-tophat that I had spend all day making had been ripped off my head and was somewhere in the crowd. The pretty fabric rose that had been stupidly tied around my leg had gotten ripped off a long time ago and the strings were dragging behind me and kept being stepped on/held down. There wasn't room to bend down and I couldn't the damn knot undone anyway, so I wound up with rope burn on my ankle. I thought Katlynn had gone home and Jenny had fortunatly for her not wound up going to the concert, so I called my dad to come pick me up. Now, there was a bunch of other things that I don't know where to put in my little narrative, so they're here at the end. My lovely weak knees took a beating too. And the majority of the people at the concert were under 16 or drunk college kids. The college kids would say "everyone born in the 90s - leave!" and 12 people around you would shout about how no one could make them do anything in loud whiny voices. And god damn it - it wasn't even a good concert! They played 8 songs, only 3 of which were their own. To their credit, their cover of White Rabbit was kick ass and Master of Puppets was good for the first minute - not for the next 5 or 6. Anyway, it's not like I could hear or concentrate on them. The teeny boppers behing me were shouting for Panic and I had to concentrate on staying standing on the bench. And the Panic guy came and sang with them on a Brittney (sp?) Spears cover. I don't give a fuck about the Panic guy! Actually, I don't give a fuck about anybody in Panic! He had enough time on stage for him already! And then the worst part of all is that I paid for this! Including my stuff that got wrecked, I spent about 30 bucks on abuse. What a slap.
I was going to go back today, but was having trouble walking.
It was no fun at all!
(p.s. - Jenny you get a million brownie points for keeping smelly, angry, sore me company)