A PAJAMA PARTY WITH WEIRD FUN
The loud energetic music that immediately broke out was an invitation for the mosh that broke loose within seconds of the band taking the stage, and you either had to rush to the sides or get sucked into the chaos as I did. Truthfully, I deliberately jumped in myself with my small point and shoot camera still in hand, thinking that I could handle being shoved around by guys a foot taller than me (keep in mind I’m probably the shortest and tiniest person you’ll meet-no taller than a middle schooler). Almost immediately I fell right in the middle of it all and for what was the longest minute of my life tried to drag myself out, managing to almost stand up a few times only to get knocked down again. At one point I was almost out with the help of a girl who tried to pick me up but someone from behind fell over on me, leaving me at the bottom of the pile of sweaty bodies just as the song finished. From there the show only got crazier with a wall of death, an inflatable doll named Judy, and the most intense pillow fight combined with a mosh you’ll ever see. It wasn’t until the very end that the show slowed down with a slow jam to end a wild night and to send the crowd out feeling the love and more alive than ever.