AAAAAAAAhhhhhhh! The memories! My first concert ever was Pearl Jam in July of 1998 (Riverport Amphitheatre in St. Louis). What an awsome experience. I was with a boyfriend that I absolutely couldn't stand, but another couple went with us and that was good. I enjoyed myself the most when he got lost on the way back from the bathroom teehehee. We ...drank...a little on the way there (hey, STUPID, I know, but I was *invincible* when I was 17-wasn't everyone?) and I really had to pee when we got there. My sandals were cutting my feet so the boyf offered me a piggyback ride to the colony of portapotties in the parking lot. Trouble was, I got too much of a running start and he leaned over a little too much and I totally leapfrogged him in the parking lot. I laid on the asphalt and laughed my tail off for several minutes before I picked myself up, dusted off, and decided that I just COULDN'T wait for the ladies' one and just hopped in the (much shorter) line for the mens' one. About half of the seating at Riverport is a grassy hill. I remember just standing there with my eyes closed and my head back letting the music take me over. Everyone around me must have thought I was severly high, but I didn't care. I saw them again last summer and had the same wonderful (although MUCH more legal) experience.
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