So I went to see Megadeth and Slayer last night. Testament was there too, but I showed up late because I'm pro like that [also I was busy purchasing a motorcycle]. The venue was pretty sweet; I'd never been to the amphitheater before so it was a real treat. Plus I got to take the RTA to get there, which I never normally do, and that was fun in and of itself. It beat trying to get parking downtown, haha.

Anyway. This concert. AWESOME. Megadeth was on before Slayer, and they're really the band I went to see. I stood kind of in the back and didn't get as into it as I normall do, but it's been a while since I've listened to their music. Wasn't a bad show. I've never seen them live before but they're awesome and I'm glad I went.

So. Slayer. HOLY SHIT, SLAYER. I've never been a huge fan of Slayer. That's the kind of music I listen to only when I'm extremely stoned. But, man, they were good. After Megadeth went off stage I dragged my friend to the front of the crowd, think I was four people-rows back (no seating, remember). People were pressing in all around me. I was a little left of the stage, and before it started some guy was like, "You gonna mosh?!" I said no, I'm not that hardcore, but when the music started I couldn't help but get into it.

People were pushing and shoving and elbowing and crowd surfing and it was crazy. I was right in the middle of all of it. It was hot and sweaty and stank of beer and cigarettes, and the guy next to me passed me a joint so of course I had to hit it. The music was so loud I couldn't hear myself think, not that I wanted to. I got swept away in it. At first I was really defensive about all the shoving and tried to stand my ground, but after a while I was like "fuck it" and started getting really into it. I threw elbows and squeezed between people and shoved back when the tide came my way. Everyone was sweating; my shirt was soaked by the time I left, covered in other people's sweat, my sweat, and probably some beer. Some guys didn't have shirts on; brushing against them was almost like being submerged in water. And everyone was so close! My tits were smashed against the guy in front of me the whole time, and I had another guy pressed against my back. Not that it was always the same person; I started out to the left and four rows back, ended up in the middle seven rows back.

I was surprised at how cool the people were. When someone fell they'd pull 'em back up, held onto the people that might be going down, gave others a boost up when they wanted to crowd surf, threw their arms around someone else and screamed in their faces... It was intense. It was awesome. Everyone was friends. Everything was cool.

I did pick up a couple tips for next time:
Double-knot your laces.
Wear something with steel toes (I only say this because so many people stepped on my feet and I cut open my toe earlier this week =/)
Don't wear flip flops. Some crazy guy wore flip flops in the middle of the pit. I looked down to see his feet all bruised and everything. Ew.
Being on the edge of the mosh pit sucks. I was there a few times. On the one side you've got people going crazy, on the other you've got people standing still, or just head banging. If you get shoved none of them are going to catch you. You either want to be RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THE MAYHEM! or nowhere near it.

I'm never not buying General Admission tickets again. That shit is crazy; everyone's gotta try it at least once.