this is the story of a girl

Last night I attended my first ever Weezer concert. I had the naivety to think that the standing section wouldn’t be a crazy pit. Oh, how I was wrong. So, after about 2 songs, me and my friend decided we needed to get the the hell out of there, proceeded to the front, and were lifted out by security guards. Thank GOD. I felt like a sardine, I could barely breathe, and people were pushing everywhere. I thought to myself, “I could fall and be trampled over, and no one would notice!” Ridiculous. We watched the rest of the show from the side, which wasn’t that bad. Now I know. Sigh.