I had the BEST time at the Maine concert!
I'll start from when I was in line. There was this lady wearing a pink outfit that looked like it belonged in the 50s roller blading in and out of traffic near the lineup. So after an hour of standing in line, the doors finally open. I get in there and head straight to the merch booth. I got this really awesome Maine tank top that I wore to school today.
When Lydia came on, I was disappointed. I thought they'd be a bit better live. BUT THE GUY WHO BANGED THAT STICK ON THE GROUND KILLED ME.
Then.... The Maine came on. I rushed into the mosh pit (which was really 10 rows of seats ripped out for standing room) and slowly moshed my way up to the front row, near Garrett and Jared. Halfway through the concert, John had his back to me and so I shouted his name and told him to come over to me (I wanted to get a good pic of him). So he came up to me, leaned over into the pit (by now, our faces are like a foot apart) and I get my picture. I put the camera down, and he's still singing to me. He sang the entire first verse and chorus of Listen To Your Heart to me. ME: the kid freaking out in the pit with crazy blond hair that's so frizzed up that it looks like I had an afro. I'm kind of glad and disappointed that they didn't do Waiting For My Sun To Shine. I probably would've started sobbing because that song means so much to me, and I would embarrass myself. Oh yeah, and this guy kept turning around and nodding at me, to which I replied the only way a socially awkward person can - by giving them a weird smile.
Then, after a pee break and a really depressing intermission wishing that I had got the drumstick that Pat gave me but some son of a biscuit eater ripped it outta my hands, Arkells came on. At this point, all of the minors went home and all of the adults went and got beer, so I was not only the only sober person in the pit, I was the only teenager too. I got a bunch of Kokanee poured on my head by some guy who thought that he was partying hard and after about 6 or 7 songs, I had to retire to the back of the pit. BUT THEN THE ENCORE WAS ALL SDHFJSKAFHSDKAF. The Maine and Lydia came out and did a cover of "With A Little Help From My Friends" by the Beatles. John and the Lydia guy were all, "do you neeeed anybodyyy?" and the guy from Arkells belts out this big vocal riff on "I NEEEED SOMEONETOLOOOOOOVE" and I kinda died.
The next day, I got a really awesome Ramones shirt from the Rock Shop on Granville Street, a block away from the venue. It's got the traditional logo and 6 inch long fringes. No, I didn't get it because Harry Styles wore one, I got it because I actually like Ramones.
So that was my weekend. Oh yeah, and I did a rant that actually got decent notes for someone who fails at tumblr like me, check it out! >>> http://rippedjeans-bigdreams.tumblr.com/post/24515672045/this-is-a-short-rant-about-punk-rock