kansas city: funeral party, fun., and panic! at the disco

panic at the disco. the band that started it all for me at the tender age of fifteen. i'll be honest here. i grew up listening to top 40 radio. neither of my parents were big on listening to 'oldies' or any of the stuff they enjoyed in their youth. it was pretty much the current mainstream stuff that was on the radio... that's what we listened to. so besides my good charlotte/simple plan/evanescence phase, i had no idea that the 'alternative' world of music even existed. panic at the disco was one of the first bands that scratched the surface though. i listened to a fever you can't sweat out so many times that i'm surprised the cd doesn't have holes in it. i. was. obsessed. and i'd only seen them one other time at the 2008 honda civic tour. so when i heard that panic AND fun were playing in kansas city, my fellow fangirls and i immediately snatched up tickets.

my friend cortney is from kansas city, so she offered to drive the caravan, take us to eat some awesome barbecue, and show us around westport for the day. so we had great food and great shopping fun before the show, and got to the venue around show time. the line was a mile long, but since we're all over 21 we got in early, ahead of the millions of pre-teen fans.

we planted ourselves in the middle of the pit which very quickly grew into one of the most intense crowds i've ever been in. funeral party played a fun set, and while they were a solid act, they weren't so awesome that i went home and immediately felt the urge to download all of their albums. fun was next and the crowd was only getting tighter and the girls surrounding us were only getting cattier. pretty sure lizette started a legitimate throw down which was pretty interesting. we survived fun and finally was panic. i made it about three songs before i had to leave. we were so tightly packed in and it was so hot that i was having trouble breathing and desperately needed water. i staggered out and somewhat blacked out and kind of fell onto the stairs leading out of the venue, where i proceeded to get yelled at by security for sitting. my bad. so i regained my composure and went to the bar to ask for a cup of water. THREE DOLLARS. WHAT. pretty sure i dropped some four letter bombs at the bartender, then went to the bathroom and stuck my mouth on the faucet. no drinking fountain. how is that even legal? but whatever. i found abby and we watched the rest of the show from the back of the venue.

what. a. show. i hadn't experienced a pit like that in ages and i think i'm getting too old... it was fun while it lasted though!