Chevelle. Don't get me wrong, they were great, they always are when I see them. The one and only time I wasn't front row, I got my ass caressed by a drunk guy on my way in, had a 6'something guy and his other sasquatch buddies get right in front of me and block my view (one of which snapped around at one point and accused me of stealing his wallet because we were packed like sardines and it must have felt like I did, which I did not. He found it moments later in his front pocket after getting in my face and nearly patting me down), and had another drunk guy spill nearly his entire beer down my front while jumping up and down. He somehow got another without leaving his spot several minutes later, and proceeded to stumble from the pushing crowd and pour nearly the full beer all over me once again. This was all during the openers.

Then, the abusive (now ex) boyfriend decided that he's had enough, he's pissed, the drunk guy next to him is bothering him and we're leaving now. After seeing the 2 openers and one song into Chevelle's set. Did I mention this was my birthday? The tickets were a gift to myself (and him I suppose) as this is my absolute favorite band that I don't get to see very often.

Cue us leaving, me in tears, him screaming at me, and him eventually leaving me to cry on the surprisingly empty streets of Chicago at night to go God knows where for a good hour.