Back from the concert. The two opening bands were so-so, Something Corporate was good, and the three Yellowcard songs that we stuck around for sounded the same except for the electric violin part. It seems if you're busy jumping around all you can really manage is a chord or two. And if you're the drummer, you're just really good at hitting the snares over and over.

I was wrong about the teeny boppers. There were a few, but they were vastly outnumbered by junior high to high school aged girls clad in tiny tanks and low rise jeans or mini skirts. Oh, and flip flops. Why would you wear flip flops to a general admission, standing room only show? It just doesn't make sense. And for ever two or three Abercrombie/Hollister girls, there was either an Abercrombie or psuedo-skater boy. So Lauren and I spent a decent amount of the time making some snarky comments to each other about it all. We realized we were being bitchy, but we had also been unhappily confronted by a venue full of the type of people who we had spent a lot of high school avoiding. So we lashed out.

After the first band, we left the pit... There wasn't much point in being there (though some guys right in front of us did try to mosh to a poppy emo song, which was just really, really odd), and it was really crowded. So we went to the upper level and hung out up there.

All in all, it was decent. I had a good time hanging out with Lauren, and Something Corporate was good. And I got to console myself with the fact that with a few exceptions, the songs that the teeny boppers, etc really seemed to love were generally the songs I skip on my CD.

Time for sleep now, so I can finish up astro in the morning.