These we will remember
I am fucking sore. I'm covered in bruises and my body aches all over, from my shoulders to my knees. But I don't care. I even like it, because it's the result of last night.
So Glenn and I got there at around 6, around the middle of the first set, The Frantic. I really love those boys, they're so cute! Nobody was really moshing, not because they weren't good, but just because it was too early for people to feel like moshing. 'Course, once Squared Off started playing, the moshing started. It took me all of five minutes to stop being nervous and jump straight in the pit.
It was definately one of the best pits I've been in. Sure, I got knocked around, and I fell on my ass more than a few times, but someone was always there to pull me back up, and vice-versa. I did get my lip split open a little bit, but that was becuase I accidentally bit it when I was shived back, not because someone hit me. When I wasn't moshing, I was pogoing and pumping my fist in the air, or joining huge pogo chains. I barely even rested (except for between bands), I had too much energy! It kept on going through Squared Off and The Infected, all the way until The Black Beauties started playing.
All the bands were awesome, except for The Black Beauties. I felt bad for them, because nobody was moving around or doing anything for them, because they really weren't that great. I jumped up and down a couple times, just to try to make them feel like someone enjoyed it, but I really couldn't get into them.
The singer of Flatfoot 56 was there, and when he got in the pit it was awesome, since he's one of the tallest men I've ever met. There was this one hot blonde guy in a leather jacket who I kept seeing in the pit, and one moment we were slamming the shit out of each other, and a song later we had our arms around each other and were pogoing.
After that band finished, I walked up to him and said "Hey you, what's your name?" and he said it was Joel. After that, I walked over to talk to the lead singer of the Frantic, and was shocked to the core. They're fifteen! The bassist is SIXTEEN!
I quote myself "You're FIFTEEN? Fuck... I thought you guys were twelve!" And then we both had a laugh.
So after the next band, the Street Brats (very generous people) started playing, I jumped back in the pit. They were throwing a bunch of free shirts into the crowd, and I actually caught one of them. Unforunately. I gave it to Glenn for ironic safekeeping, and someone stole it. But really, I guess I'm no worse off than I was before I caught it, and it was a medium, so it wouldn't fit me well anyway. Plus, I found a shitload of stuff on the floor, like 5 pins (gave 2 away), 2 bandanas (gave one away) and a bunch of flyers. Man, the Street Brats really rock. Everyone who bought a ticket got a free CD, and that's the kind of generosity that makes me think that maybe people aren't such dicks.
Moshed and pogoed with the blonde guy more duing their set. After it was over, I walked up to him and was all "Hey you, what's your number?" Things only went uphill from there. After trading numbers and screen-names, we walked over and sat down while waiting for the Lower Class Brats to set up. Turns out he lives a couple hours away from me, and is very good at giving hugs. Maybe I'm not as ugly as I thought I was, because I could have sworn that he was miles out of my league.
By the time Lower Class Brats came on, I was pretty fucking tired. But I stood up and went with Joel to get back in on the action. It's nice to scream along with one of your favourite bands while a hot stranger holds you in his arms. Not to mention breaking out into random-joint pogoing, followed by mosh slams and whirling each other around. Lower Class Brats rocked (played most of my favourite songs), especially Bones Delarge. He's just one of those people you can't help but like, scrawny, cheeky, and just plain awesome. As the singer of the Street Brats said "Everything is bigger in Texas-except for Bones, he's fucking scrawny." Joel got pulled up on stage by him! Lucky bastard...
As they were ending, I pulled Joel aside and told him that I had to go. We ending things with a hug and a kiss.
I hope I get to see him again.
Glenn and I shuffled out, got drinks from McDonalds, and headed home, exhausted, sore, and smelly. I wokeup the next morning in excruitating pain.
And baby, I'd do it all over again.
-Divinity
So Glenn and I got there at around 6, around the middle of the first set, The Frantic. I really love those boys, they're so cute! Nobody was really moshing, not because they weren't good, but just because it was too early for people to feel like moshing. 'Course, once Squared Off started playing, the moshing started. It took me all of five minutes to stop being nervous and jump straight in the pit.
It was definately one of the best pits I've been in. Sure, I got knocked around, and I fell on my ass more than a few times, but someone was always there to pull me back up, and vice-versa. I did get my lip split open a little bit, but that was becuase I accidentally bit it when I was shived back, not because someone hit me. When I wasn't moshing, I was pogoing and pumping my fist in the air, or joining huge pogo chains. I barely even rested (except for between bands), I had too much energy! It kept on going through Squared Off and The Infected, all the way until The Black Beauties started playing.
All the bands were awesome, except for The Black Beauties. I felt bad for them, because nobody was moving around or doing anything for them, because they really weren't that great. I jumped up and down a couple times, just to try to make them feel like someone enjoyed it, but I really couldn't get into them.
The singer of Flatfoot 56 was there, and when he got in the pit it was awesome, since he's one of the tallest men I've ever met. There was this one hot blonde guy in a leather jacket who I kept seeing in the pit, and one moment we were slamming the shit out of each other, and a song later we had our arms around each other and were pogoing.
After that band finished, I walked up to him and said "Hey you, what's your name?" and he said it was Joel. After that, I walked over to talk to the lead singer of the Frantic, and was shocked to the core. They're fifteen! The bassist is SIXTEEN!
I quote myself "You're FIFTEEN? Fuck... I thought you guys were twelve!" And then we both had a laugh.
So after the next band, the Street Brats (very generous people) started playing, I jumped back in the pit. They were throwing a bunch of free shirts into the crowd, and I actually caught one of them. Unforunately. I gave it to Glenn for ironic safekeeping, and someone stole it. But really, I guess I'm no worse off than I was before I caught it, and it was a medium, so it wouldn't fit me well anyway. Plus, I found a shitload of stuff on the floor, like 5 pins (gave 2 away), 2 bandanas (gave one away) and a bunch of flyers. Man, the Street Brats really rock. Everyone who bought a ticket got a free CD, and that's the kind of generosity that makes me think that maybe people aren't such dicks.
Moshed and pogoed with the blonde guy more duing their set. After it was over, I walked up to him and was all "Hey you, what's your number?" Things only went uphill from there. After trading numbers and screen-names, we walked over and sat down while waiting for the Lower Class Brats to set up. Turns out he lives a couple hours away from me, and is very good at giving hugs. Maybe I'm not as ugly as I thought I was, because I could have sworn that he was miles out of my league.
By the time Lower Class Brats came on, I was pretty fucking tired. But I stood up and went with Joel to get back in on the action. It's nice to scream along with one of your favourite bands while a hot stranger holds you in his arms. Not to mention breaking out into random-joint pogoing, followed by mosh slams and whirling each other around. Lower Class Brats rocked (played most of my favourite songs), especially Bones Delarge. He's just one of those people you can't help but like, scrawny, cheeky, and just plain awesome. As the singer of the Street Brats said "Everything is bigger in Texas-except for Bones, he's fucking scrawny." Joel got pulled up on stage by him! Lucky bastard...
As they were ending, I pulled Joel aside and told him that I had to go. We ending things with a hug and a kiss.
I hope I get to see him again.
Glenn and I shuffled out, got drinks from McDonalds, and headed home, exhausted, sore, and smelly. I wokeup the next morning in excruitating pain.
And baby, I'd do it all over again.
-Divinity