Let's see, where do I start? Oh, how about with the transportation? I planned out my trip so that I would arrive via train and bus just before 8, when the openers started. But I went to dinner first with friends, lost track of time and missed the train. So I took a later one and missed the bus. No problem, I'll just catch a later bus, right? Wrong. The next bus wasn't for another hour. So I walked. It actually wasn't too bad, though. It was just over a mile. I ate way too much at dinner and the walk was a good way to burn some calories.
Anyway, when I got there everyone else was already inside so Jennifer came out to meet me with my ticket and we got in without any problems and found our crew some where near the front. The openers, as Caleb said, "Aren't bad. I just don't like them. Plus, that dude with the guitar is going to break. Like a twig." His description of the guitarist was right on -- he was really, really skinny. And not very smart. He tried to make a reference to Layne Staley but instead said 'Layne Stanley.' People didn't like his talking and not singing so he started to get some heckling. Someone flipped him off and he said, "Hey, why would you do that? You know, there was this lady named Emily Post who wrote some books -- you should f@ck!n' read 'em." That was kind of funny.
Somewhere during this I noticed puffs of smoke rising periodically from the crowd. Now it was pretty smokey in there because of the fog machines and stuff but there's no smoking allowed. However, it was quickly evident that this was not cigarette smoke. But you know, Colorado does allow people to smoke medical marijuana with a prescription, so who knows? Maybe our fellow concert-goers had chemo treatments earlier in the day or were suffering from cataracts. You never know.
I think it was right about this time that I started to smell something really foul and no, I'm not talking about the pot. It was really, really disgusting. Like stockyard disgusting. Jennifer smelled it, too and we decided that the girl in front of us had farted. It was so gross. I don't think I've ever smelled something that nasty from a person.
Standing so close to that many people is weird sometimes. I mean, in addition to the pot and the farts. The girl in front of me was really drunk and kept swaying and stepping backwards into my personal space, which is already tiny in a setting like this. Her hair was getting in my drink. Caleb offered to trade places with me and then he stood right next to her and didn't move when she backed up. Finally she realized what she was doing and went away. It took her a really long time to notice, though.
And then some where around here, I got hit in the back of the head by some guy's elbow. I turned around to see what happened and there was a guy behind me with his arms flailing around. At first I couldn't tell what happened. It looked like either a seizure or body-surfing gone bad. As it turns out, it was neither. Two guys got into it over personal space and one started throwing punches. Caleb picked up the aggressor and threw him off the other guy. So he left. The guy who got punched was bleeding and lost his glasses. That sucked.
Just before the show ended I noticed this guy who wandered into my line of site. I took a photo because the quote on his shirt is so cool. It says, "Only when the last river has been poisoned, the last tree has been cut down and the last fish has been killed will man realize that he cannot eat money." I just love that. I wish more people thought like that.
And here is my very, very dark photo of the Capitol. I have a thing for the Capitol. I don't know why. I just like it.
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pot, farts, fisticuffs, t-shirts, and the capitol...what more do you need?
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