Let's see... First off, we walked through a sketchy part of town to go to the shittiest Subway ever. What kind of a Subway runs out of tomatoes at 5pm? This one apparently.
Then we got in line to wait for the doors to open. This week was a lot more pleasant than last.
We managed to stand a few rows back from the barricade around some pretty cool people. There were two engaged couples in front of us that we kind of made friends with, and I had no choice but to make friends with the guy I was smooshed against when Flogging Molly came on.
The lead singer for The Architects was totally high on something. Especially since he tried to clap his hands above his head and kind-of-sort-of epic failed.
Frank Turner is probably the new love of my life. He was charming and hunky and... yeah. His bassist looked like one of my old friends. I was a little mesmerized.
Flogging Molly was fantastic. We lost Paul almost as soon as they went on. Scott and I stuck through being squished for about seven songs but then we moved towards the back. If I felt like I was getting killed I don't know what the hell he felt like because I'm pretty sure he was trying his hardest to keep me from getting plastered to the guy in front of me.
After that we watched the rest of the show from the side of the venue and bet an older biker dude who hit it off with Scott right away as they showed off tattoos. People just seem to be drawn to Scott. I never go anywhere and make as many friends as I do when we go places. It just kind of makes me chuckle.
After a long, fun night I got home (Clemson home) around 3am.
I feel like death.
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