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well, it's the day after the coldplay concert - fantastic show...more so that I was 6.... six, sei, seis, sechs, feet directly (ok, a tad to the left) infront of Mr. Martin (my idol as fets puts it) and it was just that much more when you can directly look in the eye the guy who is actually singing his heart out in front of you. openers where actually decent....moss eisley (whose lead singer is a dead ringer for Avril) wasn't dreadful and ron sexsmith was rather quite good (esp that little disco-esque diditty he did). now that part you all have been waiting for. those of you who have the priviledge (or horror) of going out with me know that intentionally or not, something stupid always happens to me...and of course yesterday was no exception. so me, fets his sis & her friend get there quite early, meanwhile the others who went arrived later...so when fets when to get immanuel to bring him back to where we were at and got back, this indian girl (rather bitchy) got all pissed that fets came back - then...steve calls me to see how close we were to the stage, (note: the phone connection was rather poor since i was in the middle of the pit, with voices around), so steve yelled turn around...so after i finally got what steve was saying i turned...HOWEVER, i was holding a bottle of water, AN OPEN BOTTLE OF WATER, will you, and ended up pouring a quarter of my water all over the already pissed off indian chick. now here's the wierd thing - you know that when you do something wrong, like put your hand to a hot stovetop - your first reaction would be to stop and pull back - NOT ME FOLKS, for some reason, i actually tilted the bottle more so that it would pour more on her (again, unintentionally) and me looking at her saying, oops! Needless to say she wasn't warm to my actions and got a little irrate, not like i would of imagined - i guess it was cos i apologized, but she wasn't like scary bitch voodoo satan girl - so that was refreshing. so, that was the night...