I went to the Blink 182 concert on Tuesday, and it was a religious experience.
All American Rejects were the assholes with the catchy tunes. I didn’t care for them.
A. Day. To. Remember. One of the best live bands on the planet. I loved the part of the crowd my friends and I were in. We were all dancing and moshing and having fun. I loved every minute of it.
Blink was so awesome. The lightning in the sky, the rain falling down and Blink playing was the best feeling in the world. I felt free. I felt loved. I felt like I was getting a big warm fuzzy hug. It was a feeling that I hadn’t felt in so long. I needed that feeling.