Standing-room only concerts are always interesting, and I forget that The Fray would attract some high schoolers. I'm pretty sure the two little 15 year-olds in front of me have never been to a concert before because they screamed and yelled and recorded every single song on their cell phones. I'm sure if we were MySpace friends I could find the whole audio from the concert on their pages.
Behind me there was this woman who apparently doesn't know anything about personal space and she appeared to be collecting empty Stella Artois bottles in her purse, by the end of the concert she had accumulated quite a few, and quite a hefty bill to match, I'm sure. This woman stayed jammed into my side for the entire concert and every time I moved, she moved with me.
If only I had known on Friday that on Sunday, I would wish to be in crowd full of high schoolers drinking what smelled like battery acid out of a soda bottle and being stalked by this crazy woman, than pushed against a port-a-potty with 500,000 of my newest friends.
On the bright side, I was super-close to the very attractive band. Unfortunately, they were all wearing wedding rings (Rebecca and I checked).
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