Broken, Beat and Sore

Is the name "Godsmack" offensive? Anyways...

(This is a short post)

Less than an hour ago, I was in the Sullivan Arena attending the Godsmack concert. Let me tell you this, that was the best concert I've ever been to since Korn played at the Denai'na Center in March of 2010! I'm dead serious.

The opening band was a local band from here in Alaska. They are called Wichita Shadows. After they did their 45 minutes on stage, the singer walked across the front row and handed out the paper with the songs they played. And my awesome bro grabbed one from him and gave it to me. And I shook his hand and the bassists hand. Then 30 minutes later, Godsmack walked on the stage and surprised us (the very rowdy and energetic crowd) because they were scheduled to play 10 minutes before they did.

They played all the songs I liked. Legit.

I sang along to all of them. Legit.

The mosh pit at the end of the concert had to have been the most deadly one ever. Legit

The crowd I was in was amazingly active and cooperative. Legit.

My cousin Teddy came with us and had as much fun as I did because he has a love for mosh pits and rock concerts. Legit.

There was a girl there with light blue hair that was amazingly pretty with a short skirt and white dress shirt that was torn. I told her that I loved her hair and she replied "Aww thanks" in her sweet voice. I got another free hug. Legit.

I am going to be very sore tomorrow. Suck.

I saw Nikki Stringfield... No words can describe that feeling.

I'm ready to go home now.