(please note that I am le tired after 3 hours of sleep followed by ALL DAY on my feet...so this post is going to sound awful. I will update tomorrow with a more coherent and blog-worthy posting....but for now: O...M...F...G!!!!)

I just got back to the hotel from the P!ATD set at Bumbershoot. It was FANTASTIC! And a bit scary, being that close to people you can't see (I'd never been to a concert like this before...the only other thing I've experienced was mc chris at Fat Tuesdays, and 3/4 of the jerks there didn't even know who he was, so standing front and center was no fight). Someone touched my butt, twice...and I'm pretty sure it wasn't an accident (unless spanking/pinching can happen accidentally, but I certainly wasn't aware). My hell, people are so rude! I can't count all the times I got shoved and punched (with little ol' me tiptoeing through the crowd remembering my please-and-thank-yous! Well, I guess I know better now!) And someone threw a cheezit down my shirt, which scared the CRAP oughta me because I thought it was a bug. And then some topless gal was grappling my leg because she was crawling around on her hands and knees looking for her lost shoe or something. Oh yeah, and some guy fell on me! He kicked me in the head with his foot, and then fell right on me. I was on my back surrounded by feet with this guy on top of me. It was brilliant! He also knocked Roy's glasses off...luckily, Roy managed to snatch them and haul me up off the ground before suffering death by trampling at the same time. I say it was his leet ninja skillz, he says it was luck. Either way, thank God...those glasses are expensive (and I'm fairly irreplaceable to boot!)

They wouldn't allow my SLR, so I had to use my tiny little Canon, which sort of blows because all my pictures are horrible. It's a nice little cam to shove in your pocket and all, but to be honest, it doesn't take the greatest picture (especially of moving things...well, when I post a few images you'll see what I mean).

Anyways, ughhhh, can't think coherently...can't type coherently...we were right up near the front (which was by no means an easy task). I could have licked the sweat of Brendon's face. SRSLY. That close. And I totally would have, if he would have stopped spitting. Seriously, spit is so offputting. Bleh. Especially after the kid does it like five times. And seriously, why do girls squeal so loudly when a fat roadie throws water bottles at them?

In other news: I gOT TO SEE CROWDED HOUSE! SQUEE! Oh, yeah, and the Shins were there too, but I was fairly unimpressed by them. I'm going to be lynched by a mob of Indie kids for saying that.