There's something special about outdoor gigs for me - maybe it's cos I'm a tree-hugging hippy, or the fact that you sweat a whole lot less cos you're not in some fucking stupid little box with too many people breathing out too much hot carbon dioxide. I love concerts.
I was very much looking forward to Spektrum. I positioned myself right in the centre of the crowd - not too close to all the moshing lunatics, but close enough to see and hear just right. Unfortunately I happened to maneuver myself next to a girl of the exact proportions of me - which, as you may realise through the waif-like ways of my speech, she was surprisingly slim with limbs flailing about in reckless abandon.
You know that awkward time when you're on a date, and you accidently hit said dates' hand? It sends a jolt through your body - you're not sure if you should hold hands, or it's just one of those awkward conincidences. Well, I had this with said girl. It was weird. I know, we weren't on a date or anything.... But we may as well had have been, it was just as awkward as any date. Her hands just happened to be hanging at the same level as mine, and swinging at the same velocity and opposing direction of my right hand. It would not stop! It was as if our hands were keen on some erotic phalanges-sex. I knew she knew, too. I tried to step to the side, but to no avail. The crowd surged towards me, pushing same-hand girl into my side again. I felt so uncomfortable, I had to leave the show.
I'm hindsight, that's a pretty fucking stupid reason to leave a kick-ass concert. I'll just embrace the hand sex next time.
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