Hands down, that was the best day I can ever remember.

dash·board
n.
A panel under the windshield of a vehicle, containing indicator dials, compartments, and sometimes control instruments.

con·fes·sion·al
adj.
Of, relating to, or resembling confession.

n.
A small enclosed stall in which a priest hears confessions.


dash·board con·fes·sion·al

MIND BLOWING.


Chris Carabba in all his awesome-emo-full-hotness.



I wish i was a HIS guitar.



TheBeautifulGirls was pretty subdued. Youth Group is all a blur to me now..for reasons i shall not cite here. Coldplay was AWESOME but the only damper was that i had to watch from afar. Death Cab brought it to greater heights but the crowd was so darn polite and so were the band and everyone respected everyone's need for space.

However, Dashboard Confessional was in a class of its own. it has to be the most pumped-up gig thus far that i've been to. everyone pushed up to each other to get closer to Him. everyone emanated heat. everyone sang at the top of their voices. everyone was JUST SO DAMNED IN TO IT!




And finally...



We stood out in the rain waiting for him to emerge from the exit...i was still riding high from my encounter with Death Cab and thought FOR SURE i'd be able to shake hands with Chris this time. I mean, come on...i've developed sufficient stalker tendencies...ask HongYin or Waiking.

BUT!

he didn't come out. and so we were wet. and cold. and shivering. and pretty darned miserable. and Vincent couldn't light up his damned cig because his lighter ran out of gas from being waved about in the air in the concert.

but just because he's Chris Carabba and he's hot and talented and he drowns you in emo-ness AND he has the same name as Chris Walla...all is forgiven.

and you kissed me like you meant it
and i knew
that you meant it