Jeans and a black T-shirt, baby
I am heading to bed in a few minutes, I swear, but I had to say *something*. Oh. My. Fucking. God. About twenty people from the stage - far enough to see people only waist-up (save Lars on his dais, got a full view there *g*), close enough to see facial expressions, sweat, and flexing biceps. :D Halfin was there, too. Stone Cold Crazy. Of Wolf and Man. Fucking Until It Sleeps! I just... it kicked ass all over the place. The O2 arena is so awesome that looking_spiffy wants to live there and I can't get over how much it reminds me of the Air Canada Centre in Toronto. It LOOKS like a state-of-the-art hockey arena inside, ahahahaha. The ThamesClipper is made of win. The pre-show was made of win (excellent DJ for the crowd). Drunk chicks making unintentionally lewd comments on the train and men running like teacup pinkies are made of win. In fact, everything is made of win except the part where I have to be at work in five hours. *wince* Ergo, thank you and good night!