//most ridiculous weekend ever: day three

epic.
foo fighters.
check it off my list of life goals.

woke up at the crack of 9, showered, packed 12 of everything, etc, and then grabbed h.stone and booked it to the ferries. stayed at the holiday inn express on e. hastings in van, and managed to avoid any encounters with heroine queens. h.stone and i hit up robson and raided american apparel (gold lamé bikini top), and got the world best hot dog at café crepe.
then, it was time.
foo fighters.
dave grohl.
a god amongst men (and women!)

i am bruised, battered and stoked. h.stone and i had managed to fandangle ourselves to the very front and rocked our faces off. we made a little posse with lusty, noodle, sarah, and lyrics. we were a team.
foo epitome song: everlong -- i had that moment of being so happy and psyched, that i straight up stopped functioning and was just awestruck. that man is a he-ro.
we got back to the hotel around 1, ran back out for burger king (cause h.stone was a little peckish) and crashed around 2. 4:45 the alarm went off and we were on the road by quarter after 5. made the 7 and had h.stone at work on time by 9:30.
as spils and the parentals can attest, i'm still super hyped about this concert.

props to security guard greg for giving us water like baby birds in a nest, to lusty for protecting me from the crowd surfers (after i took a rather serious blow to the brow -swollen and bruised-), mama stone for the worst joke ever ("don't get in any foo fights!"), and drew and the most ridiculous triangle solo known to man.