Anyone have some interesting stuff to share?

Some guy(we'll say his name is Jeff) tackled the guy at the door at 1982(say his name is Carl).

Friday at Fest about when Ruiner was playing I was waiting in line at 1982, and eventually I made it right next to the door and was waiting for someone to leave and I think Defeater was up next and so Carl goes to a certain point in the line (about 30 people back)and says "if you're behind this point in line, chances are looking slim that you'll be in for Deafeater and so a hefty looking fellow in a Hatebreed shirt and without a Fest band(Jeff) is behind this point in line and says "I'm on Defeater's guest list, can I get in?" and so Carl takes him out of the line and brings him to the door, says "We'll see what we can do" and then it begins.
Carl checks and says "Alright, I didn't get any guest list from any of the bands" and Jeff claims he is on the guest list and the drummer or somebody from Defeater told him to come. Carl tells Jeff that he still didn't get any guest list, and he can't bring the person from the band outside because they're warming up. Jeff says he has the person in Defeater's phone number, and so Jeff starts trying to call and after a few times says "He's not answering, probably because they're warming up, can you just go in and ask him?" and Carl tells him again that he can't just take one of them outside when they're warming up and Jeff starts going on "I fucking do this all of the time. I go all around the fucking country to see shows, this is fucking nothing, this is fucking Gainesville, you don't get it. This is my fucking job, I do this for a fucking living etc. etc." and Carl tells him to "Chill with the 'F' bombs" and says "Well, you don't understand that this is my job, and I do this all of the time"
Jeff tells Carl to "do his fucking job" and just generally directly insults Carl, so Carl tells him to "Get the fuck out of my line" and Jeff picks up this 'Vitamin Water' bottle on the table and it looks like hits Carl in the face with it and tackles him, but we later found out that Jeff tried shoving it in Carl's mouth. Then Jeff runs off and shouts "Don't quit your 9 to 5!"

Carl didn't get too hurt besides a rough looking scrape on his back when he got tackled against the wall, but you could tell he was pretty shaken up over the whole thing, although I probably would be too if some guy had just tackled me and tried shoving a bottle in my mouth.

i think it was sunday night at the atlantic, i don't even remember who played, but some girl was gettin all pissy, and she threw her drink on me, so i got so pissed that i took like 3 steps back and wound up like a baseball pitcher, and pitched my fucking glass of whiskey right at her head.

i threw it so hard that it went right throuh her face and crashed into the dude standing behind her, knocking him out. she died instantly.

i was so pissed that i killed some scene slut that immediately pulled out my sword and committed sepuku.

after realizing how pisssed off i was that i just killed myself, i got up and got some whiskey from the bar and got shitfaced.

after getting shitfaced i went over to floacos and got like 3 empanadas and ate 2 of them, saving hte other for a special occasion. that occasion came like 3 minutes later when i saw some crusty looking shithead eyeballng me and my cargo shorts and polo shirt. so i walked up to him and said whats up, told him how much money i make (a shit ton), and then i laughed in his face as i took a drag off a cigarette that magically appeared in my hands.

he didn't take to kindly that so he got up and right as he stood up, i mashed that fucking iron empanada right i into his chin, just destroying his crustbeard and blood was everywhere i could see his fuckig jaw just hanging there.

all he was doing was crying and shit, so i put hm out of his misery.

but before i could do that, my friends freddy cricien, roger miret, and john joseph showed up and told me what a pussy this guy was. the 4 of us then just kicked the shit out of him, and i think john cut his head off., and screamed 'hard times' into his severed head.

we had a great time sunday night.

Jeff vs Carl story, so laaaaame. I hate pompus assholes giving people a hard time that are just trying to work.

And Andy, holy shit you really out did yourself with that story. LOLs to be had!

Well, I don't really have any stories to tell, but I do have some quick bits to share...

* Seeing a live rat just chillin' on the shoulder of a crust punk girl at the Holiday Inn.
* Hearing at a house show how that megaphone guy at said inn actually tossed a skateboard to the Fest kids below. (Was this true, by the way?)
* Witnessing a crusty trying to get in the Venue with no ID, him cursing out dang near everyone in sight, and noticing some merch guys inside laughing at said crusty.
* Just before Assassinate the Scientist started playing, some guys were doing high-fives with their butt cheeks which was very disturbing.
* Finally seeing Assholeparade. (Easily the biggest highlight of the Fest for me.)
* Some fella telling me I was "hardcore" just for using the sink in the men's room at Market Street which was sorta odd.
* Jawsome telling me how their set at Cam's Cove got trashed and me gently poking at the name of their most recent album, Life is Beachy.

Yeah.

you peed in the sink? you couldn't wait the few minutes for a urinal to open up? jesus christ, do you live in a zoo?

Maybe I should've said I washed my hands instead of using the sink, but oh well.

Seriously, though...that sink was in tiptop shape compared to the toilets. They looked like a promoter's stomach had exploded, what with all the flyers and puke. Good thing I only had to go number one, no way I was sitting in that mess.

Sawtooth clearly had the best time of anyone at Fest!

More stories please, dude!

i met sawtooth
best Fest ever

after having met jeremy, i totally realized that i've seen him before. at shows. from afar. watching his every move.

i used to go everywhere when I was like 14 or 15 with my rat on my shoulder. I was a true 80s mall rat with a rat even.

Butt cheek high fives sound awesome.

In France it is normal to piss in the sink. I have no desire to ever go to Paris because I imagine everything everywhere smelling foul.

Meeting sawtooth definitely brightened my entire weekend. I will look for him wherever I go now...he will not be there.

There, that's what I meant to say...

Goofs.

im sorry, am i retarded? i thought you wrote that you peed in the sink. maybe i misread it.

so now it appears that you DIDN'T pee in the sink, but rather DID wash your hands in it.

if that's the case, thank you for washing your hands!

So, yeah...any other stories, guys?