Yesterday afternoon at around 3pm I got a phone call from a panicked Kristie, asking me to accompany her to a concert. Being the party animal I am, I accepted, not even knowing which band it was. She later told me we were going to see New Found Glory, a punk group from america.

Now, those of you who know me, you know, I’m not punk. I don’t have the black hair, the converse hightops or lots of black and white jewellery, so I must admit, I felt a little out of place in the sea of Yellowcard, Blink 182 and Atticus T-shirts. However, once we got inside, and were instructed to throw away our water bottles >_< , we made our way through the crowd and waited for NFG to start. The support act, I can't remember what they were called, I didn't really like them much. It was unusual though, the moshpit was fairly insane the whole time, even when there was no band playing. During this time, Kristie lost a shoe, and when she bent down to pick it up, 5 or 6 people picked her straight up. She communicated to them that her shoe was lost, so we made a human circle around her until she found it. When she came up, shoe in hand, the guy beside her, also one less shoe, asked if she had seen his.

When NFG finally came out, the crowd went nuts, the pit surged forward, and we started jumping around a lot. They were actually okay, I was fairly impressed actually. The moshpit just got crazier and crazier, guys started getting shirtless and slippery with all the sweat, so they were a lot harder to push . After a while, the water cravings kicked in, and some people shared their water with us, I was very pleased. About halfway through the concert I looked up into the gallery and saw the hottest guy I’d ever seen in my life!! He was looking down into the audience, (oh dear, this sounds cheesy.. >_< ) somehow I caught his eye, and I think i freaked him out, so we kept looking at each other for around 7 songs, it was great. Kristie wanted to go upstairs and have a look around, so we did. Up there was water, less pushing, no shirtless people, and no sweat. It was great.

It didn’t have the charm of the pit though, so we went back down, and I realised I was completely soaking wet, and I could taste other people’s sweat on my lips. It was disgusting but interesting, as I hadn’t put my lips on anyone. All in all, the jumping and pushing made for great exercise.

When the band finished, we trudged out of the Tivoli- and there he was. I stood well back, and as we drove away I waved bye.

Go team new mosh boy!

Edit: eventually, we found the other guys shoe. However, some little rat snatched it from us and threw it onto the stage.