Ah, that's key, I suppose. I had classes so I couldn't get there early.
Yeah, mainly some douche whom I referred to as "Captain Hairspray" because he looked like Jack Sparrow (strange pirate-inspired facial hair) with his hair teased and sprayed into a huge mass of volume and he was also wearing a decade old DARE shirt. He and this strange hipster/goth/Dead-Head hybrid with dreads felt the need to do something akin to Line-dancing the entire show, thereby taking up the about a 5 foot square space. Times like that is when I enjoy violent crowds. I can deal with being shoved and elbowed much better than I can just hipster doucheness.
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