I waited outside for about an hour and a half in like 60 degree weather with little more than a tshirt and jeans. It was cold. I got there early because I was paranoid I wouldn't get in since I didn't have a ticket and was planning on buying one at the door. I wasn't patted down on my way in. That's good to know.
I liked the crowd more so than any other show I've been to. It was pretty diverse, age-wise, and gender-wise. It was crowded, of course, and I'm glad I wasn't planning on staying until the end.
The first act, greenwheel, was pretty good. I bought the cd afterwards.
Between greenwheel and hth, I asked one of the security guards if he'd save me their setlist afterwards, and he agreed. Their set kicked ass. I'm glad they played saturday morning. That was what I was most looking forward to. After they played, the guard said he couldn't take the setlist unless he got permission, which he didn't. :-(
I usually don't try to catch things the band throws into the crowd, since there's such a fight for them, but they threw their drumstick close to me, and I decided to go for it. I barely caught the end of it, along with about 5 other hands, and everyone started pulling. The security guard reached in and started pulling with me. Another guard came over and asked what he was doing and he replied, "this girl had it!" and pointed at me. :-) Yay. So I got it. I don't know if he was just blind, or if he was trying to make up for not getting me the setlist, but it was still really cool of him. Usually they stay out of those fights.
Once they were done, I got out of the crowd (the guard helped me over the barricade...there was no way i'd be able to get back the way i'd come) and went to the merch area. I bought greenwheel's cd, and got 2 stickers for free (the merch guy was doodling on one and I asked if he had any more and he replied "i never should've brought out the stickers" with a smile and handed me 2). I was planning on buying a hth shirt, but the prices were a little much. i think it was like $40 for a hoodie and $30 for a tshirt. I did get all the guys to sign a flyer they were handing out, and the drummer signed the drumstick. He remembered me. I'd talked to him online the night before, and he remembered me. I didn't even say anything about it; he remembered me because of my name. I LOVE my name! :-D I love that drumstick.
I had about 15 minutes before my mom was going to pick me up, so I went up to the balcony and watched hooba's people set up. I left in the middle of their first song.