don't blink
Blink-182 played last night in Mountain View, and oh, was I there. I wore lace and a short skirt. I danced my ass off. I screamed myself hoarse. I choked down half of the world's most revolting mocha just because it was warm. I was shoved, clawed, and elbowed. Someone threw beer on me. I got nailed by an ice cube and very nearly by a flying pair of pants. Creepers tried to hit on me.
By the time it was over, I had a stitch in my side and a contact high. My legs hurt and my throat was raw and in among the masses I was no longer cold.
IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME.
By the time it was over, I had a stitch in my side and a contact high. My legs hurt and my throat was raw and in among the masses I was no longer cold.
IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME.