First and foremost, Warped Tour was amazing amazing amazing!
We all met at my house at around 10 (well, minus Naomi who we picked up later). I had some fantastic greek yogart for breakfast, with Austria honey. I'm so European. I must say, you cannot beat the Greeks when it comes to yogart.
Anywho, we picked up Naomi, bought gas and made a quick stop at Tim Horton's. I got a roast beef sandwich that would have tasted very yummy, had not stupid mean lady at the gates made me throw it out because you're not allowed to take food into the park. To her I say bah, and also, I was eating it in line so I woulnd't have to take it into the park. If you'd let me stand there and finish it, would it have been so bad? Would that have set off a hurricane Dwain or Devon, or contributed to the spreak of AIDS in Africa? No! But it would have saved me some money on lunch, and I guess we couldn't have had that, now could we? But I'm not bitter. (Ok, yes I am. I want my sandwich back!)
So, the first band we saw was Sugarcult. It was much much fun, but I felt like a bad fan because I only had one of their albums, and I don't even listen to it that often. (Kim's right- one does feel as if one should study for concerts.) I think that's where crowd surfer number one fell on my head. Woot concert injuries! Oh yeah, and they played my song to, the one about the girl who sleeps around and flips people off and has no friends...heehee.
We wandered around for a bit after that, hung out in the big place with the seats and listened to a pretty good band that we think was ASQ, and went to go see....YELLOWCARD! Here's the moral of the story: I LOVE Yellowcard! They are amazing and they're Democrats, of course! Plus it's Kelly and mine one year anniversary of discovering them as being the one good band in the midst of several terrible bands that sounded like they'd never played together before. (And remember when we saw the All American Rejects and it was, like, then 5 minues of the entire afternoon that I wasn't complaining about them in some way. Impeccible timeing, I say.) Ok, so people didn't really want to go to the front for this one, so we kinda stayed in the back, but I'm in love with the band, well, their music, at least, so Marie and I left them and moved forward. All I can say is that Yellowcard is amazing, and then I leave off speaking for staring into the distance and jumping up and down and clapping my hands. Oh yeah, I think this concert also marked the beginning of the pot smoking. (Not by us, duh.)
After Yellowcard we were hungry hungry hungry, so we decided to stand in line forever. Brian said it was because people were going in front of us. Stupid punks. Heehee. Anyway, New Found Glory was supposed to be performing, but we were still stuck in line, so we ditched Naomi and Marie (sorry guys!) and went to see them. Not impressed. They were okay, but nothing to write home about. About halfway through we got bored with them, so we decided to join the Flogging Molly crowd. Apparently we weren't the only bored people, because several hardcore Flogging Molly fans took to flipping off New Found Glory, in the hopes they'd leave early so Flogging Molly could start. No such luck. Eh, you can't have everything.
This I must say about Flogging Molly: I don't really know their music, but they put on the best concert, hands down. Irish accents, accordian, guy shooting out of a cannon, mosh pits opening right in front of us and many many crowd surfers all unite to make it just an amazingly fun fun fun fun fun concert. Oh, and there was that hot guy who fell on me. Well, he was moshing, and in an altered state of mind. Pretty hair, though. Veeeeeeery pretty hair. I think this was where crowd surfer number two fell on my head. I don't really remember, though. I think this was also the concert where I accidentally groped that guy. Sorry random Mr. Man. That's what happens when you crowd surf on your stomach. Oh, and we saw Derek Smith, Colleen Benack and MAtt Miller there too. It was just the popular place to be.
After Flogging Molly we caught up with Marie, Naomi and Dan Crowe. I saw Connor Smith earlier. He's growing his hairs out.
The last concert of the evening was Good Charlotte. Charlotte is my middle name, and the name of my grandmother. I think she's good. Anyway, that was a good concert, where I again felt like kinda a bad fan because I didn't have the new album, but I'm broke, so, yeah. Dan Crowe went crowd surfing because he's crazy, and Brian did a good job of picking people up and hurling them into the air. Ok, maybe it wasn't quite like that, but he continued in the tradition of saving us that he'd started at Flogging Molly (I think we might be in moshing range guys, sorry about that. But the plan is, if anyone starts to mosh near us, we hide behind Brian, ok? Hmmm, that worked out nicely.)
After that I got a fantastic Yellowcard T-shirt (yay! I'm wearing it now!) and so did Kim. Naomi got a Warped Tour tank top, and then we all headed out to the parking lot for a truck party in the back of Brian's truck. It was much fun, and we called Dana, and generally hung out and had a good time (smoking Niko) until all the traffic was gone and we didn't have an excuse to stay any longer. The Darian Lake people tried to make us take a detour and confuse us, but we showed them, and after some intense following Brian (look, he's doing 50 again) we made it to Tully's where we crashed (because we're all over 18 and can get in, yay) and at yummy yummy food. Then home I went and fell right into bed, because I was practically asleep on my feet.
Wow, Warped Tour was amazing. I can't wait until next year.....
...and a ps to my best friend ever ever ever: You rock my socks! Stay strong. I'm always here for you, and don't you forget that!
