It was all yellow ...

SWEET: Coldplay. I bought my tickets in February and could barely contain my excitement when the day finally arrived. Randall and I set out early (if you know me, you know of my love of tailgating), and after picking up some Bojangles (come on, it's tailgating), we arrived at Verizon. It was hot. It was very hot. But eventually we adjusted and had a lot of fun.

We were beside a group of four girls who work at some law firm. They were drunk and loud and that is fine, because I know if my girls were there with me, we would be the same, and likely more offensive. But at point Randall had to make the trek to the bathroom (aka port-a-jon), and I was left alone with nothing to do but eavesdrop for 30 minutes. And I definitely heard this, "Dude. We say "dude" a lot." It was pretty funny to hear how their conversation progressed from actual conversation to statements like that.

Once inside (and after stopping by the REAL bathrooms, because let's be honest, I tailgated for three hours without breaking the seal ... whoa), we found our spot in the waaaaaay back of the lawn. Coldplay started, and it was awesome. We left to go to the bathroom at one point, and when we came back in I decided that we must get closer because the people on the lawn were NOT as into it as I was. So we tried to position ourselves on the walkway between the seats and the lawn, but we were eventually pushed out of there by some douchebag with an official shirt on. So what do we do? Naturally we sneak into the "Family Section," which is in the very front of the lawn and does not allow alcohol or smoking.

Anyway, it was awesome. Coldplay played almost all of their songs from the latest album, as well as some of the old favorites, like "Yellow" and "Clocks" and the "The Scientist (LOVED IT)." They even did a cover of Billie Jean from a platform on the lawn. Naturally it was the opposite side of the lawn from us, but you know. When they played "Lovers in Japan," cannons shot out millions of colored butterfly confetti. We were too far from them to catch any, but there were some on the ground (in front of aforementioned douchebag in official shirt), and Randall snuck over to get me one because he is an awesome boyfriend.

We got a free CD of live songs on the way out. Very cool. What's not cool, and definitely SOUR, was the wait to get out of the parking lot. I have been to shows there before and never have I ever witnessed such a wait. We pulled out of our spot and sat there for like, an hour. No lie. We finally turned off the car and I ran to the trunk and got a beer. And then I got another. And finally, we were on our way home.

All in all, it was a freaking fantastic night that I won't forget for a long, long time.

OH -- almost forgot. On the way in, we saw some woman attempt to sneak in a wine bladder. Wine bladder = what is inside a box of wine. She had that shit inside some big sock in her purse. The security people just laughed. She, however, put on a very pouty face. I could feel her pain, and I almost wanted to stand up and applaud her innovative attempt at alcohol smuggling.