Warped Tour '04
Warped was amazing, as I expected. JB, Kelly and Justin got there early so we were able to cut in line with them...so we only had to wait two hours to get tickets. Henry, Jenai, Lindsey and Chris joined us shortly thereafter. (And I saw Lindsey's nipple!)
We get in...
Phil and I ran to see Anti-Flag, who was in the middle of their first song. I had an orgasm. Actually...several, because I finally got to see them. Just as much 'Fuck Bush' stuff as I expected, but they didn't go overboard. I jumped in the pit for the second song and dislocated my shoulder, which wasn't fun. Popped it back in, jumped back in the pit.
I saw a bunch of random bands...Tiger Army, parts of New Found Glory and one song from Taking Back Sunday, part of NoFX and Bad Religion, Rufio, Candyass (awesome girls with mullets), Brazil, part of Coheed and Cambria, the Bled, part of Silverstien...and those I don't feel like remembering at the moment. But I saw Anti-Flag and that's the only reason I wanted to go.
Phil enjoyed himself as well...came into a few of the pits with me, threw a few punches. He just takes things too seriously - he doesn't realize they're not out to kill you. Eh, he'll learn.
I went crowd surfing and they dropped me the first time, head into the ground. Got back up and they literarily sprang/threw me into everyone...and the bouncer ended up flipping me upside down onto the ground, completely knocking the air out of me.
Honestly, I LOVE getting hit. As long as it's not in the nose...I'm all right. I love getting decked by a windmill, or someone kicking, getting right back up and throwing myself into them.
Annnyway...the dust/mud/dirt there was insane. Anyone who stepped into the pit had to have some kind of mask or bandana over their nose and mouth if they wanted to make it through a song. I q-tipped my ears this morning, they were black. Took a shower, my skin was suddenly 4 shades lighter. Blew my nose...muddy. (I know, charming, right?)
I saw a bunch of people too; walked in front of Gerry and didn't notice it, 'till he threw a water bottle at me...he introduced me to all of his friends as we walked around...some girls from Garrison who I went to kindergarden with showed up...apparently Matt (kidhidden) was there, Justin saw him...Eric from Stellar Tuesday (I met at the Butch Walker show). I think I covered everyone. o_O
But, I want to cut this short because I'm tired of typing.
Short story: Warped Tour was awesome. Got beat up and loved it. Wished Gerry a happy birthday (today is his 18th!). Came home, fell asleep with Phil. Woke up this morning, bruises all over, no voice, fucked up back/neck and shoulder. And I'd do it all over again if I could.
EDIT: I only lost TWO things, which I think is a record for any show that I actively participated in. 10 gauge horseshoe and 6 gauge CBR (the one going my 00's)...RIP.
We get in...
Phil and I ran to see Anti-Flag, who was in the middle of their first song. I had an orgasm. Actually...several, because I finally got to see them. Just as much 'Fuck Bush' stuff as I expected, but they didn't go overboard. I jumped in the pit for the second song and dislocated my shoulder, which wasn't fun. Popped it back in, jumped back in the pit.
I saw a bunch of random bands...Tiger Army, parts of New Found Glory and one song from Taking Back Sunday, part of NoFX and Bad Religion, Rufio, Candyass (awesome girls with mullets), Brazil, part of Coheed and Cambria, the Bled, part of Silverstien...and those I don't feel like remembering at the moment. But I saw Anti-Flag and that's the only reason I wanted to go.
Phil enjoyed himself as well...came into a few of the pits with me, threw a few punches. He just takes things too seriously - he doesn't realize they're not out to kill you. Eh, he'll learn.
I went crowd surfing and they dropped me the first time, head into the ground. Got back up and they literarily sprang/threw me into everyone...and the bouncer ended up flipping me upside down onto the ground, completely knocking the air out of me.
Honestly, I LOVE getting hit. As long as it's not in the nose...I'm all right. I love getting decked by a windmill, or someone kicking, getting right back up and throwing myself into them.
Annnyway...the dust/mud/dirt there was insane. Anyone who stepped into the pit had to have some kind of mask or bandana over their nose and mouth if they wanted to make it through a song. I q-tipped my ears this morning, they were black. Took a shower, my skin was suddenly 4 shades lighter. Blew my nose...muddy. (I know, charming, right?)
I saw a bunch of people too; walked in front of Gerry and didn't notice it, 'till he threw a water bottle at me...he introduced me to all of his friends as we walked around...some girls from Garrison who I went to kindergarden with showed up...apparently Matt (kidhidden) was there, Justin saw him...Eric from Stellar Tuesday (I met at the Butch Walker show). I think I covered everyone. o_O
But, I want to cut this short because I'm tired of typing.
Short story: Warped Tour was awesome. Got beat up and loved it. Wished Gerry a happy birthday (today is his 18th!). Came home, fell asleep with Phil. Woke up this morning, bruises all over, no voice, fucked up back/neck and shoulder. And I'd do it all over again if I could.
EDIT: I only lost TWO things, which I think is a record for any show that I actively participated in. 10 gauge horseshoe and 6 gauge CBR (the one going my 00's)...RIP.