When I decided to go to the Hinder/Chevelle/Hoobastank/Nickelback concert at the last minute, I was faced with a dilemma. I had lawn seats, and therefore, I had to decide whether I wanted to wear jeans and sweat my arse off or wear a skirt and be more comfortable temperature-wise but sit on the itchy grass. I chose the lesser of two evils, or so I thought, and went with the skirt. With this choice came a new dilemma. When it actually came time to sit down, I had a hard time doing so ladylike sitting on the ground without a chair. Needless to say, some people got an excellent, or scarring, depending on how you look at it, view of my underwear.

People watching was one of the highlights of my concert going experience. I saw the funniest shirt ever. Feel free to tell me if you disagree. This guy is walking around with a shirt that says GRIN in extremely large letters. You can see that there is more tiny writing underneath, so I step closer to get a good look at the rest: if you aren't wearing any panties. Put it all together, and you'll probably smile like I did, making you appear as if you're responding to the shirt.

While we're on the theme of clothes, I have to say that I probably haven't seen so many people in my life who hadn't yet realized that they had outgrown theirs. It also never ceases to amaze me that there will always be girls who are trying to impress the band with their outfits. Usually, they are sitting on the lawn. Hello! The band cannot see you way back there. Therefore, there is no reason to wear fancy dresses as if you are going to a cocktail party. You only serve to make yourself look silly. One lady was wearing a crazy red and white checkered skort that was pulled up well past her belly button. Erika and I agreed that we both had that same skort in 8th grade, but we had long ago rid our closets of the fashion atrocity. Apparently, the Loompas are rock fans. There were 2 sets of girls wandering around who were short and wearing striped stockings, resembling Loompas. Because of their stature, we had a hard time determining whether they were Loompas or elves.

As we're enjoying the concert sitting on the edge of the lawn, a guy stumbles up toward us, obviously intoxicated. We jokingly make bets about how far hed make it before passing out. He gets about 3 feet from us before going down for the count. He sits on the edge of the lawn, hanging his head as if he is about to hurl. He eventually lies down on his back and appears to be in the process of dying. During this whole ordeal, this guys friend is going back and forth between checking up on him and enjoying the concert himself. We periodically look over at this guy wondering if he really is dead. At one point, drunkys friend digs through his pockets and pulls his wallet out. Our first thoughts are that this guy found drunky already intoxicated and started hanging with him in hopes of stealing from him later. Jenna and I leave to buy a concert t-shirt. When we return, drunkys friend is standing next to Erika. WTF? Erika had gone over to drunky to check for a pulse when the friend flipped out on her, asking what she was doing. Erika, being the funny girl that she is, responded that she was trying to hump him while he was sleeping. The friend responded that if that was the case, hed lie down and sleep too. Erika is like, thanks, but no thanks. She then asks him what he was doing in drunkys pockets; his response was he was bumming a lighter and a smoke. The friend moves back up the hill and leaves drunky where he was. By now, it is dark outside. We see an emergency response team approaching and think its for the drunk passed out guy. The response team shines their flashlight on him and continue on. Unbelievable! Isnt it their job to save lives, and here they are passing up the dying guy? A guy working event staff at the concert also passes by, looks at the guy, and continues walking. Wow, I hope this guy had a death wish because no one was doing any good at helping him complete anything otherwise. Finally, a cop and an emergency response guy come and try to wake him up. The friend takes a break from the concert long enough to leave his perch at the top of the hill and tell the cop to leave his friend alone and that hes fine. The cop is quite agitated by this guy and tells him to get lost. After a lot of effort and slaps in the face, drunky rouses, so they each grab him by an arm and haul him off. In the mean time, the friend, and I use this term loosely, is still listening to Nickelback. When the song is over, he takes off running like a bat out of hell to catch up with the cop who took his friend. To anyone who considers himself/herself my friend, please dont let me get that drunk. If you dont stop me from doing something like that to myself, you arent my real friend in the first place. If you happen upon me in this state, please dont leave me to suffer alone like this idiot did to his friend.

Unfortunately, we experienced a replay of the Rascal Flatts concert we attended earlier this summer. For you to truly understand, let me rewind and explain. At the RF concert we were conveniently seated next to 3, yes 3, couples who could not keep their hands off of each other. 2 of these couples were 17ish and were seated in front of us. One of the girls kept sticking her hand up the pant leg of her guys shorts. The couple next to us stood wrapped in each others arms for the whole concert. They proceeded to make out during every sappy song whose meaning could even remotely apply to them. Eww, gross. Get a room! Now, at the present concert, I happen to look to my right to find a couple rolling in the grass making out. I dont know where these people came from, but I couldnt believe they had parked their make out session 1 foot away from me when there was a 5 foot radius of free space on 3 sides of us. I guess I looked like Id make a great audience. Im disappointed that I never got the memo that concerts are good aphrodisiacs.

I have to say that I am quite disappointed in Nickelback. Even though we were not at a party, they committed the ultimate party foul; they wasted beer. They brought out tons of Solo cups on the stage filled with ice cold beer and began passing them out to the people on the front row. I think to myself, "How cool! Nickelback rocks!" This feeling quickly fades as they start chunking the cups into the crowd. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to realize that if you throw an open cup into the air, the contents aren't going to stay in the cup. Heres how you can begin to redeem yourself Nickelback. Feel free to send me a case of beer every 2 weeks for the rest of my life to the following address . . . .