Ain’t No Party Like a Detroit Party

I decided to put on some Kid Rock and relive one of the amazing nights I had this past summer.

One of my mom’s friends somehow had 2 extra tickets to one of Kid Rock’s 8 sold out Michigan shows. Perched dead center on the hill at DTE, dancing, screaming, and singing along to every explicit line with your mom and people you hardly know is something everyone should try. Oh, and I came home with a shirt that says “Kid Rock’s Best Motherfuckin’ Night Ever”, and you know what? It definitely was one of the best.


I helped rip Pete Wentz’s shirt to shreds (and now the evidence hangs in my room)

Last night I headed out to possibly one of the best shows I have ever attended. Ah, it was Fall Out Boy (also with Panic! at the Disco, with opening band Twenty One Pilots). I bought the tickets the day they went on sale, only aware that FOB would be there. General admission tickets. A sold out show. You bet that floor was packed. That didn’t stop me from snaking (and being shoved and thrown) my way up to the front of the crowd.

Front row.

Fall Out Boy.

Does it get any better than this? A definite yes. After an extensive setlist and a whole lotta screaming, singing, dancing, and jumping, Pete Wentz took off his t-shirt and tossed it into the audience. A group of us got our hands on it and started fighting. At one point I was on the ground squashing some poor girl that was tinier than me. I wasn’t letting go. No. Finally everyone stood up and, hands gripping the shirt, looking at each other. Long story short, after a series of compromising rips, I ran out of the crowd screaming and swinging Mr.Wentz’s shirt collar in the air.Image

I then got up and worked an 8 hour shift that started at 7am. I’m beat. See ya. ♣