Rather than drive and remain sober, Figgy's mom and stepdad volunteered to drive us. His mom runs a day care center and has a little short bus thingy. Perfect. Ample room for all. Designated drivers. Road sodas for all in the back of the bus.
The show ruled. The band that opened was pretty radical, I can't remember what they were called. Chad was supposed to burn me their cd.
Anyways, show starts. Crowd surfing ensues. Swaying in a sweaty sea of whiskied up fans.
Show is over. James' shoes were sucked off while crowd surfing halfway through the show. That didn't stop him. I had skate hi's on and my feet were constantly crushed and my shoes were filthy. Here he is in all his glory.
