Photo: Hugging the lead singer of Mayday Parade after the Sweet Collision Concert. Absolute fucking best.
I've not gotten the chance to blog about the Mayday Parade/Eyes Set to Kill concert, even though it's already been exactly a week ago. It depresses me to think about that night, how its already fading into a night that has been, something I'll remember for life but I'll never be able to go back. I desperately want to go back.
The group of people I went with were totally darling people, they made the whole thing all the more fun haha. During the Eyes Set to Kill moshing the group sort of split, and I stuck with Nadia Dali {she's totally fun} at the back cause it was total chaos like you have no idea. We did mosh {sort of haha} but only for like 2 seconds cause we were pulled out by these girls who, I think, thought we were dying or something hahahaha.
After that Mayday Parade came on and it was a whirlwind after that, I don't really remember much. Basically Nadia, Josh and I squeezed our way to the very front, and clung onto the barricades. I remember screaming being pushed around being kicked over and over again by some bitch near me having the guy next to me sweat on my arm being so close to the band members and it sounds pretty awful but in truth it was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced.
The concert ended all too soon but it wasn't the end yet. We managed to find the two vans belonging to Mayday and ESTK and we had like, our own personal meet and greet session there on the roadside.
Cisko Miranda {the screamo guy from ESTK} said I smelt really good.
I hugged Derek Sanders.
We took photos with the members of Mayday Parade.
We didn't see Alexia Rodriguez.
I hugged Derek Sanders.
Took a cab home with Josh, Rey {she's super nice!} and Rey's friend {?}, managed to bruise myself against the taxi door {I'm really not sure how I ended up with the bruise on my arm} got home after midnight and thats how it all ended. Went to bed bruised, exhausted and aching everywhere but happy. As. Fuck.
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