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