Flogging Molly - Friday night

My Megan won four V.I.P. tickets to see Flogging Molly at the Cleveland rib burn-off. Somehow the fates (aka my mother) agreed and I was allowed to go with her, Jen and Shannon.

As usual, parking was a bitch. Welcome to Cleveland. We then saw a drunk man. Welcome to the rib burn-off.

The opening band, Trendy wasn't that great. Too scream-o for us, so we walked around various bbq places and admired the punks with 'hawks.

My ex-boyfriend's favorite band is Trendy so I am almost sure he was there. You would think he would be easy to spot with his 12" mohawk. But in that crowd it only helped him blend in (I never spotted him).

Next we went to the V.I.P. section. They supplied free food and drinks, tables and chairs. As far as atmosphere, there was a little less beer on the ground but that was the only difference.

After a toruturous number of Trendy songs, Flogging Molly started.
Megan and I made our way out of V.I.P. and into the crowd. Until then, I had never heard Flogging Molly, I wasn't expecting so much of an irish influence, it was tight.

Just after the music started, I saw Hethur and Matt. I was in downtown cleveland, in a concert sized crowd, what are the odds right?

Later I met up with a guy I hadn't seen in almost a year who used to go to church with me in Medina, about 40 minutes away, give or take.

The crowd had some kind of first grader meets devil-may-care attitude. I adored it.
The mosh pit was more dance-slamming around then violent surges of people mock fucking people, as my mother expected it would be. Somehow I was separated from Megan in the moshing crowd. I thought she would be easy to pick out with her temp' strawberry coloured hair, but it took about 45 minutes to find her.

At the end of the concert, we stood in line for funnel cakes. We were nearly to the front when they closed the booth (along with all of the others). So instead we tried the t-shirt line, we stood there for about 15 minutes, then they also closed. After another 45 minutes, we were able to leave the parking lot and enter the one lane alley they called a street. Then the traffic conducting man wouldn't let us through (he actually leapt in front of the car to stop us) and we had to take the long way home.

I spent the night at Megan's house.

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We made crepes with fresh blueberry jam for 11 am breakfast.

And that was my weekend.