So yeah, anyone who didn't go missed out on an AWESOME time. The bands were great, the topless, athletic men were plenty, and free shit was thrown into the masses regularly. After a good 2 hour run in the mosh pit, clashing bodies against a blonde-haired miracle in blue shorts, I spent the afternoon being groped by random passers-by (so they were girls... it was still a nice self-esteem boost) I found out that the miracle in blue shorts lives in my hometown, and a met a slightly less typical version of perfection. A cute as hell guy that found his way next to me for the entirety of Three Days Grace. After realizing how horribly unnecessary it was for him to be as close to me as he was, conveniently and inconspicuously placing whichever part of his body possible against my bare chest, I came to the assumption that this wasn't just some hot guy accidently bumping into me, I had caught his attention. Some girl kept trying to hit on me the whole time this is going on by the way. Towards the end of the band, I put my arm around him, he smiled, and the people rejoiced. The girl didn't seem to take the hint, as she kept moving closer to me as I was trying to work my magic with Tim, as I found out his name was.
Anyways, I asked him if he had a myspace or anything, and he told me what it was, and I cant find him
I probably misheard him with all the noise in the background.
Anyways, that was my weekend, and now Im sunburnt like 8 bitches in a bitch boat.