Marshmallow Cocoa Puffs

Sorry I'm taking so long on the video review. I have to cut out furniture or cure cancer or something for school.

Gather 'round, children, and I shall tell you the tale of my first HCT experience.

I arrived at the Palladium Ballroom a little bit before 4, and got to take a picture with the car one lucky person will receive at the end of the tour. (I came out in a weird position, because the wind was blowing my hair all over the place, and I was kind of uncomfortable by the time it stopped.)

My sister then experienced a tragic loss... The death of her iPod. Bored as can be, we decided to take a picture of Panic's bus.

Zack then checked off all of the early entry people on his list, and made fun of how long my e-mail address is. (It was a pain to log-in when I first made it.) He also complimented our sashes, as did about a billion other people. (If you were one of them, thanks again!)

We went into the venue and stood on the second level's barrier. NO PIT FOR THIS GIRL. Phantom Planet was up first and was more amazing than I had expected. They made me feel so good inside.

The Hush Sound came on next. I was sooooo happy they played "As You Cry." I know they don't play the type of music one would jump around like a lunatic to, but of course, I did anyway.

Motion City Soundtrack had me dancing around in the tiny space I had to myself. Sorry if my hips ever bumped yours!

What can I say about PATD? Nothing much. Why? Their performance left me speechless. The best moment was definitely during "I Constantly Thank God For Esteban." The lights, the music, and the crowd were all perfect. The stage was... MAGICAL. (I'm easily impressed.)

By the end of the night I was completely dripping in sweat. Gross, I know.

*I do not endorse Coca-Cola. (Pepsi FTW!) (Oh, and the pinky thing there was unintentional.)

I also met a fellow boardie!!! Small world, huh, Tracy? (Woah, my eyes are huge.)

I'm a retard, so I broke the handle off of my purse after the show. Good thing I bought a THS tote! I love the blue elephants. (Arthur moment?)

Four bands and minus two letters on my sash later, I awaited my ride in the cool Dallas breeze, singing Juanes tunes. (Why, oh why, did his concert have to be on the same night as Panic's?!?!) Anyway, if you were there, I'm pretty sure you'll agree that the show was nothing less than awesome. 

-MC