My friend and I headed through the gate. An employee at the venue decided to make a big deal about how I was "a guy." It was humiliating.
"I can see your Adam's apple!"
Pisshead. So we went in. The band was starting, and we made our way to the front. My friend knows the band, and Laura smiled at her a few times. The sound was awful, but the band was awesome. I was upset over what happened minutes before, but I still enjoyed the show. After their set was done, we made our way to the side, hoping to bump into Laura. That's when I saw the giant crowd behind us. I didn't realize until then how big the show was.
We waited... well, not all night, but a good while. We sat through Jimmy Eat World. My friend's sister calls them Jimmy Eat Ass, but anallingus is far more pleasant than that band. Laura never came out to mingle, but I did get to meet James, the other guitar player. Somehow, he knew the tiny little dot of a town in New Jersey where I come from. How the hell does somebody from Florida know that? Hell, how does somebody from New Jersey know that?!
I'm also in the process of filing a complaint about the employee who harassed me. Whee.