just a junkie preaching to the choir

[angelgazing]

This last weekend (which, combined with a semi-hellish first full week of classes, I have not entirely recovered from) I:

-Remembered why I love Fall Out Boy
-Fell in love with Chicago
-Fell out of like with a boy
-Earned a whole new respect for Blink-182
-Caught at least 2 dozen dudebros spend an hour and a half bashing FOB, then push and shove and sing along to every word once they got on stage.
-Spent entirely too much money
-Seriously, fell so in love with Chicago

In all flat out statement of honesty, I'm a concert junkie. I'm an addict. There is nothing better than feeling the bass vibrate through you, being in a crowd with thousands of other people singing along at the top of their lungs, the drums pounding in the soles of your feet and the pit of your stomach. If I could do anything in the world and money was no object, I'd be at those things every day. I could never get enough of it, never.

I want to go back to Chicago and never leave--at least until winter comes along, that might totally change my mind.

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[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Blink was really, really good. Like, honestly, I was kind of surprised by how good they were, because in my mind they are an awesome, awesome epic, but also kind of crappy band. lol I listen to their first CD and, I mean, there's Dammit (possibly my 2nd favorite Blink song ever) but everything else... I wasn't expecting to be awed, or to feel like I do when it's Panic or Cobra or FOB on the stage--but I totally was, and did, and yeah. So, so awesome.

Had to leave the pit though, which... I have never actually had to do before, so that should tell you something about that.