better then holding hands ^^
The opener came on and played ten of the same song. Don't get me wrong though I liked the song. The crowd was a little tight but bearable, a few tools pushed in front of us and had a good time trying to look up the stoned bassist's fluttering legs. A lesbian and a moron almost got in a fist fight next to us. Some one lit a joint a couple people down and poofs of smoke came up all throughout the crowd. It kind of looked cool in the sun. There was the reddest ginger I ever saw, and I wish I got a picture because his aqua teal shirt was not helping him. Edward finally came on, and were immediately bombarded by a bunch of drunkies claiming that we's knows the band. A lot of 'F yous' later from my soccer friends we were being trampled by a whole crowd of drunks. There was no moving, breathing, living space. It smelled like pot, rotten bananas, and fart. Waves would come through when you thought you would be trampled but you were just squished up even more against the guy in front of you. It was a mosh pit and we left after one song. We circulated around the park and found more team. People were climbing in trees and getting very drunk. The famous song that everyone knows came on and after it we finally left. Shuttles tomorrow morning.
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