GODDAMN THE BLINK 182 CONCERT WAS AMAZING.

Well, to be specific:

Chester French was so terrible my friend Emma and I didn't even bother moving from the bench where we were sitting outside the amphitheater. Honestly, could you find someone more terrible to open the show? Geez.

Taking Back Sunday sucked, just like they did when we saw them at Projekt Revolution two years ago. They sound like shit live. If you're planning on going to see them, just don't. Really. Don't.

Weezer sounded awesome, despite some tuning difficulties at the beginning of "Say It Ain't So." I really hate their new shit, so it bored me to death when they played it ("Beverly Hills," "Pork and Beans," etc.). But they played their old stuff extremely well, including my favorites, "Buddy Holly," "My Name is Jonas," and "Hash Pipe."

Blink 182 was so fucking amazing man. They opened with "Dumpweed," closed with "Damnit," my two favorite Blink songs. They played all their classics and I'm still hoarse from screaming and singing along. The breaks between songs were punctuated by dirty banter such as, "I want to give you a bubble bath," "I'll blow your dad for five bucks," and, my personal favorite, "I'm gonna go down on Oprah," to which Emma replied, "She deserves it." Hahaha I love her. Everything was fucking rad, and for the solo, they had Travis on this levitating platform that floated like super high into the air, then turned vertically and spun around. It was so great.

Damn good night, I tell you. Damn good night.