My fire is outta control...

Finally, the night of all nights has arrived: I am going to see Franz Ferdinand and Death Cab For Cutie. I remember buying my ticket, an eager little beaver who was late for her 10am class just to ensure her attendance for this shabang. Now, tonight, I will finally get to bathe myself in the indie waters of "This Fire" and "Take Me Out." I feel reborn already. Hallelujah!

Review of the performance to come.

Addendum:

OMG. You should see what I look like. On second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea, mostly because I look like a wet dog. Anyway, I'm too tired to relate everything that has happened tonight, so I will say as much as my sore body will allow. Actually, I will write a list and come back to it later.

1) Met Chloe, got myself a Stills pin (I'm still sad to be missing them)
2) Buy t-shirts after waiting in line for 30min
3) Listen to Death Cab.
4) Crazy fucking dancing girls behind us keep bum butting me. I push her. She says to her friend, "That girl in front of me thinks I'm a lesbian. I'm not, really. I can get guys because I have streaks." I keep getting pissed off and continue pushing her back, almost starting a fight. Chloe can't take it anymore, turns around and shouts, "FUCK OFF! I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FUCKING FACE IF YOU DON'T STOP." She almost starts a fight as well. End of crazy pseudo-lesbian dancing girls' extravaganza.
4) Death Cab ends, we push our way to the front for Franz.
5) Massive pushing fest ensues. I can't breathe. We all topple and begin to get trampled on. I make my way onto my feet, help Chloe up. We're still alive
6) Security starts throwing water because we're all boiling. I still can't breathe and I'm wet.
7) We make it up to the front, second from the front to be specific. Gold. Chloe's hair is starting to curl. So is mine.
8) Franz starts. I'm being trampled. We suck it up for a good six songs.
9) I've lost Chloe. I think I'm going to die. My size got me to the front, but it didn't keep me there. I guess I can't have my cake and eat it too.
10) Try to exit massive body-slamming, sweat-smelling and ecstatic jumping crowd.
11) I emerge alive, but extremely disheveled. Run into my editor from SEE. He asks what the hell happened to me. I tell him I'm a fucking rock 'n' roll machine (not really, but lets pretend I did).
12) Go back in, dance my furious little heart out to "This Fire," and this time we're near the stands. I scream like a pubescent teen at a Backstreet Boys concert. I figure I'm allowed to do that because I'm Amanda and I LOVE YOU FRANZ!!! (I mostly loved the guitarist wearing the blue shirt and the drummer. They were delicious to look at). Run into Ben. Also run into crazy dancing girls again. We give up trying to fight them.

END

I will go into more detail when I get some sleep.