I think we all know my unhealthy obsession with this band. It's really no better than it was years ago -- I've just gotten better at pretending I'm normal now.
But Nate and I went to see them.
And I got to touch Davey Havok. I touched his bootlaces. I touched his knee.
AND I FUCKING HELD HIM UP AS HE CROWD-SURFED OUT TO WHERE I WAS
(which admittedly was pretty much right against the barrier), STOPPED, STOOD UP AND SANG.
EXCUSE ME WHILE I NEVER BATHE EVER AGAIN.
I can now die happy.