Flogging Molly Concert

On October 19th, I lost my concert virginity. I went to the Flogging Molly concert at the Fillmore and had the time of my life. So, we got there around 7:30, bought shirts, and got down on the floor. The first band to open was the 22 Jacks, who I actually liked, but the second band sucked. Like, I could sing better than their lead singer, which is saying a lot, seeing as I'm tone deaf. And we had to wait forever for Flogging Molly to come on. So, they began playing Baba O'Riley and then this huge Flogging Molly poster came down and the band ran on and it was awesome. I was right in the front and began screaming and jumping up and down. My dad made us leave at 10:30, so we didn't get to hear very much. But it was an amazing concert. The one thing that bugged me was how drunk some of the people were. There was this guy right behind us who was so drunk I could smell the beer on him and he kept yelling stufff out. And the amount of swearing. Every time Dave King or the other bads took the microphone, they swore. A lot. It must be an Irish thing. But still, it was awesome, screaming along to my favorite songs, jumping up and down, and making a fool of myself with dozens of other people.