Cross-posted from LJ.

Oh God. Oh God. It was so phenomenally awesome, I can't even begin to explain. I am sitting in between classes right now, waiting for Anthropology to start. I can barely move from the pain in my legs, back, and neck. Hurts so good! Basically, the whole two days involved:

-Getting beer, piss, water spilled on you, no matter where you were (I got and entire bottle of beer to the face).

-Being stuck in moshes with no possible way out and having to just participate.

-Getting 200+ pound gentlemen and large ladies dumped on you while they crowd surf, and having to single-handedly lift them back up while roaring GET 'EM UP GET 'EM UP!

-Seeing things flying through the air that normally do not (aka a blow up sex doll).

- Being sworn at by almost every single band and get called motherfuckers and assholes and punks and loving it.

-Finding friends and then losing them again.

-Making friends and losing them again.

-Buying overpriced t-shirts and water just for the hell of it.

-Being yelled at by every drunk person ever.

-Being randomly protected by huge dudes who just had the girls best interests in mind, only to watch them get sucked into a mosh.

-Watching a dude in a mascot outfit crowd surf.

-Getting high-fives from random dudes for my Dethklok t-shirt.

-Dragging self to the front of the crowd only to have best friend cry and scream and be upset by the amount of people landing on her, and having to drag her back out of the crowd.

-Enjoy my time in the front of the crowd and beat off crowd-surfers and huge guys with a shit-eating grin plastered to my face the entire time.

-Titties. So many titties.

-Motley. Motley fucking Crue.

-Crying to Home Sweet Home. Again (They put a collage of them as kids and in the 80s up on the big screen and I choked up and had difficulty singing).

-Belting out every Motley song with a bunch of drunk Motley fans in the stands while my friend nursed her broken/sprained thumb.

-Trying to scream into friends ear only to realize that the screaming during the concert left me with almost no range at all.

-Limp back to campus 2 days in a row and have dinner at 1am.

-Reek of 11 hours of cigarettes, alcohol, pot, and sweat.

-Wake up in severe amounts of pain and somehow get to class. Listen to Motley as if I haven't just seen them in concert less than 24 hours ago.

-Sit here and type this up.

Guys? Guys, I wanna go again. It was. So. Much. Fun. I figured out that I can hold my own, even at a less-than-intimidating 5'4", in a mosh, the front of the crowd, and everywhere else, all while protecting someone else. I was being congratulated by dudes for getting people up to crowd surf and helping them with the daunting task of having three people dumped on us at once. I am one of them. Time to go grow a beard and join a band. Most exhilarating 2 days ever. I hurt. Oh Jesus ouch. WORTH IT. Anyone wanna come with me next year?

If you wanna see who was playing this weekend, go here: [link]