Well, I just got back from Pipeline Cafe and the Flogging Molly concert... BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!
We started the night with six people:
Myself
Lauren
Phil
Sam
Clara
Duncan
At the end of the night, Phil and Lauren left early because they don't like the heat and violence of pipeline concerts. Duncan disappeared. Clara was med-evaced with a broken foot. Sam was slightly beat up. I have two bruised ribs, and bruises on every other part of my body. And a cut on the back of my head. And some swelling in my jaw and cheek. And my mouth is all bloody, and one of the brackets from my braces is broken.
It was awesome. I don't have many pictures, because my first priority was getting to the mosh pit. I sat out to breathe on the slower songs or songs I wasn't too fond of. I made sure I was in the thick of it for: Salty Dog; Devil's Dance Floor; Whats Left of the Flag; Drunken Lullabies; Requiem for a Dying Song; Paddies Lament; and several others. There was one girl in particular I kept ending up on top of entirely by accident in the moshing. One time I went from one end of the concert to the other with her almost connected to my chest by the waves of people pushing us. At one point I made the joke "I have spent so much time on top of you, I feel like I owe you dinner or something". To which she responded "I haven't earned it yet!" And proceeded to flash me. Then she disappeared. Several other girls lost shirts and skirts crowd surfing. Another girl removed her shirt near the end of the concert, and not to miss an opportunity, some guy ripped her bra off, and she was pushed into me. Nice boobs. A third girl (Quite attractive) was moshing with me the whole way through Devil's Dance Floor, we were right next to each other, and having a great freaking time. At the end of the song, she jumped up, wrapped her legs around me, and kissed me. Then her boyfriend walked over, and I freaked. I thought he was gonna kill me. He grabs my head, pulls me to him, kisses my forhead, and screams "F*** YEAH!!!" Then he wraps his arm around me as Kings of the Kilburn High starts, and we just start dancing/moshing/gettingthecrapbeatenoutofus. GREAT time. I ended up with another girl's tie around my neck. Still have it. A little red-and-black plaid number. The girls at this show were WASTED and absolutely crazy. Most of them were moshing just as hard as the guys, and one chick punched me square in the mouth. I hit the ground a couple times, as people insisted on kicking the back of my knee in, and it scared the crap out of me seeing the crowd swell over me. I got kicked in the chest a few times while I was down which accounts for the rib. Fortunately, the people there were the greatest freaking people on the planet, and any time anyone went down, everyone near them created a protective wall and pulled them back up. If you were ever seriously hurt, everyone around you was there to help. If you were only slightly hurt, everyone around you was there to make it worse. I ended up sharing a few drinks with a couple guys. Everybody was real friendly, random people would walk up, grab your shoulder and start dancing or moshing. Me and an Army guy teamed up while Sam and a Marine got together, and we kicked some major arse. Over all, it was the best concert of my life, best night of my life, and the band and crowd were the best damned people I have ever met. I cannot wait to do it again.
