i could feel my body being crunched between the hundreds of people there.

i was drenched in sweat, mostly others, some my own.

my head was pounding.

at some moments i felt like i was going to pass out.

and it was the most fun ive had in a long time.

less than jake turned out to be alot better than i thought it would be. once i got past my "i dont look very ska" insecurities and the fact that i dont really know any of the songs besides "ask the magic 8 ball", it turned out to be one of the best shows ive seen.

but then again i say that about every show.

tonight was my first night in the pit. and it took me by surprise. yasee ... i went in with bob thinking we would just be able to push to the front and all would be fine. heh along with everyone else. i got elbowed, kicked in the head, punched, felt up, and bumped. the adrenaline and base line were surging through my body. i was covered in sweat ... and it didnt really matter because so was everyone else. of course there were a few times when i thought i was going to die. but it was all worth it.

in the beginnig i was jealous of pat. pat, the one with the backstage pass to every freakin concert in town. but i would have rather been in the pit face to face with the band than onstage looking at their butts. maybe pat likes to look at their butts ...

im definitly looking forward to going to another show ... im working on the warped tour.

i had the chance to talk to the lead singer of sugar cult. i mean he was just standing there. and he was quite the looker, if you know what i mean. but he was surrounded with pretty girls who were groveling and asking him to sign their breasts. what would i say to him? surly i cant compare to the hot chicks and boobs ... oh well. i can at least say i stood within 3 feet of him. yay! closest ive ever been to someone who is on the radio.

this entry should be so much better. instead its a product of fatigue, headache, and coming down from an extreme adrenaline high.