Billie Joe, you sexy beast, you

Monday was the Green Day concert. In true GD concert tradition, I got general admission seats and showed up psycho early. Steve and I found $20 parking, which really isn't bad! Then we ate at the Billy Goat. My mom used to take us to the one on Wacker when we were babies so she wanted us to eat there really bad (although this wasn't the same one) and even printed out a menu and gave us money to eat there. It was good!

Then we waited in line for hours. I've never seen more children at a show- with their mothers- in my life. At the last concert, Colleen was the oldest person there. Not including moms, Steve and I were. This Verizon guy took our picture and supposedly it will be uploaded to their site, but I have yet to find it. I hope soon though because I didn't bring my camera inside and would like pictures from the event.

The people at the concert were...interesting. There was the family that brought a 7 year old into the general admission seating. If I were a parent, I wouldn't bring my 7 year old to that concert, let alone into a violent setting at the concert. Then the people we were surrounded by at the show were strange. There were of course kids who have never been to a concert so they didn't understand why people pushed and shoved. One of them started beating up Steve! All we were doing was switching places with someone. We were doing a nice deed and we still got hurt! I had about 4 very tall men in front of me. They really had no care for human life. One of them conked me in the head and didn't even notice. I saw my fate flashing in front of me: I'd get knocked unconscious and fall to the ground and get stepped on and die. Luckily this was not the case. I was in the armpit of another guy. It came to the point that Steve got violent and punched the armpit guy.

After much fighting with tall men, and short little girls I got front row again! SCORE! Nothing is better than front row at your favorite band's show. The show was absolutely amazing. They did tons of old school songs along with their new stuff. You can tell that they love performing. They still laugh and smile on stage. You don't get that with other artists.

There were so many great moments, like the epic fail of a stage dive, a 12 year old rocking out to Jesus of Suburbia, and some girl giving Billie Joe her phone. But the coolest moment of all is when I got Billie Joe's tie. Or the tie someone threw at him. I think the latter. But yes, I, Meghann Elizabeth Cherie, have a tie that Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong wore (in some way)! Here's the story. Billie threw it off, but it landed between the stage and the crowd by the security guys. Steve tried to get it from one of the security guards, but he ignored us. After the show, he talked to another one. He seemed to ignore us too, but then he nonchalantly went over and brought us the tie. It is my most prized possession! This is probably the greatest thing a boyfriend has done for me! Thanks, Steve!

Here is a picture of me and the tie.