Monday, November 22, 2010

Things You Forget When You're Excited About Concerts


Photo Credit to Anna.

I don't know about everyone else, but I absolutely do not think about the downsides of concerts right up until they start rearing their ugly little heads. After all, it's going to be the best night of my life! What could possibly go wrong?



(FYI: Everything I'm about to post has happened to me at at least one of the many concerts I've been to. Maybe I just have bad luck.)

So you show up and, to your dismay, the building is already filled. You're so far back that you can't even see or hear the band.




You (or, in this case, my mother) get attacked by a half drunk woman who apparently thinks you are not walking up the stairs fast enough. Cat fight ensues.

Yay, you made it to front row! Wait a minute, now there are hundreds of people behind you. And all of them want to get closer. You know what this means?

Squish.

Some idiot decides it's the appropriate time to mosh. This is fine, I guess, if you're at a show with music that's good for moshing: loud, obnoxious, angry, etc. But is it ever appropriate to mosh to this? No. Stop that.

Another idiot decides to crowd surf. On your face.

God, you love this song! Oh, and this song! And the next! So you sing along. Loudly. And then you scream and clap. And you bounce, and you dance, and of course, sweat all over everyone while everyone sweats all over you. Ew.

You meet the band! ...And almost throw up and pass out on them from dehydration.

(Warped Tour '08- Thanks for the water, Jesse.)


And then the next day, regret hits you, when you look like this:



And you feel like you choked on razorblades and then proceeded to get yourself trampled by a bull.

Of course, let's not forget that your wallet looks like this after you hit the merch booth:



I would come up with more, but I'm kind of dying. I went to see Motion City Soundtrack play with A Great Big Pile Of Leaves, Saves The Day, and Say Anything a few nights ago, and of course, I over-exerted myself. I think I may even have caught something from some sick hipster. My throat is destroyed, my head is pounding, I can't tell if I'm warm or freezing, and my body feels like I got hit by a bus.
But it was totally worth it.


Photo Credit to Anna.


Photo Credit to Kari.

So there's that.

2 comments:

  1. There's also the bringing along that weird guy who trips the band members.

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  2. And photobombs my best picture. lol.

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