REEL BIG FIIIIISH

Last night was the Tip the Van/Streetlight Manifesto/Reel Big Fish concert in Worcester.

And it was AWESOOOOOOOOOOOOME.

We left Olin at about 5, got to Worcester about 6 after some traffic issues. The doors were to open at 7, but there was already a significant line in front of the Palladium. Since Chris was just so excited, we just went to a cigarette shop to get some chips to eat in line instead of actually going somewhere for dinner.

THEN THE WAITING BEGAN. It was cold outside. Really. I'm guessing about 20 degrees, maybe even less. We stood there for a little less than an hour, occasionally huddling together penguin style. Eating was difficult because it made it necessary to take hands out of pockets. My hands and toes were pretty much numb by the time we finally got to go in there. We managed to hustle our way pretty close to the front by the time Tip the Van started.

It was pretty ridiculous--as they played we'd be compressed this way and that as people pushed their way around and created mosh pits and such. I never had to worry about falling as bodies were all around giving support, but it was quite an experience being smushed into some sweaty guy's back. The waves going through the crowd basically caused our group to separate out; I ended up in the back corner by the end of Tip the Van, where the crowd wasn't quite so dense, and there was some room to actually dance. Tip the Van was pretty good, especially for a band I'd never heard of before. I went a bit deeper in during Streetlight Manifesto; the crowd basically swept me around in a circle from the middle to the back center to the back corner area again. I don't think I was able to get more than a fleeting glance of the actual band. I found the perfect spot for Reel Big Fish: about a person or two away from the edge, and about halfway to the stage. I was able to see the drummer and lead singer perfectly, and the crowd compressions weren't too bad. Needless to say Reel Big Fish were freaking awesome, and I was doing some serious skanking.

Various highlights include:
- At least two people trying to crowd surf above my head. I got out of the way as best I could.
- A dude jumping OVER me and landing to crowd surf.
- Two guys asking me if I want to crowd surf. They looked disappointed when I said no.
- A couple making out literally inches from my face. I probably could have joined in if I wanted to. A guy next to me asked how the view was.
- Being covered in sweat, most of which wasn't mine. I kept on thinking of the old STD thing, if Jane sleeps with Bobby and Bobby sleeps with Susie then pretty soon everyone in the room has chlamydia. I'm not sure about sweat transfer, but it sure felt like I had been smashed against enough people's bodies to have a mixture of everyone's sweat on my shirt.

AND!

The night before (Friday) a group of us built an IGLOO. We found a big pile of snow on the O, and shoveled it out. By the end it could fit all eight of us inside. Comfortably, it could fit about five I'm guessing. I also snow sculpted a chair and table (outside of the igloo.)

So those days of the weekend were pretty awesome, whereas today (Sunday) has been painfully uneventful. I've been (not) doing homework most of the day. And I have class tomorrow. Boooo.