Last night I went to the Fall Out Boy concert with Colleen. Before going, I knew what I was in for...an audience comprised of mostly teenage girls. Upon arriving, I found that to be pretty accurate. There were actually more adults than I anticipated, but only because they were the ones bringing their 12 year old daughters to the concert.

There were a couple opening bands...one of them being absolutely horrible. That band was called "From First to Last". Here's how I would describe their sound: Take a guy who can't sing, shove a microphone down his throat, throw him in a cargo truck with a drum set and 3 guitars and roll the truck down a rocky cliff.

The All-American Rejects played next, and were moderately entertaining. Their set seemed short, however. I didn't get to hear some of their songs that I really wanted to hear. I wish they would have extended their set and shortened the last band's set to one song or less.

When it was time for Fall Out Boy, you had to cover your ears or the screeching sound of thousands of teenage girls would make your brain explode. If you survived that, then you got to enjoy a pretty good show from Fall Out Boy. I enjoyed their interesting things that displayed on the projection screens.

The weirdest part of the night was when we were walking back to the parking garage after the show and we ran into my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Bob. They were taking my cousin Katie (who was one of the thousands of screaming girls, I'm sure) to the concert.

Back at the parking garage, we almost got to see two guys kick each others asses because one of them was mad about not being able to merge into the line of cars leaving the parking garage. There was no reason to get mad, really. It was inevitable that it was going to take at least 30 minutes to get out.