Please Don't Ask My Brother If He Wants To See Pictures of Me - 311 at Festival Pier

I never got around to recapping my 311 experiences this summer, so I'll start with the show at Festival Pier on Penns Landing in Philadelphia on July 27, 2012.  This was the annual birthday celebration for my brother and I, of course.  My friend T was able to join us and the three of us had a blast.  It made me happy to see the both of them, stressed over work and family life, be able to let loose and genuinely enjoy themselves, even if only for a few hours.
We drove up to Philly in my car, my brother in the passenger seat and T in the back, drinking his Captain and diet Coke.  I was nervous about Hamilton meeting T; I'm always nervous having my brother meet a guy I'm either seeing, sleeping with (whether he's aware or not...but he's not stupid,) or even just friends with.  I've been over how protective Hamilton is, not to mention the fact that T is significantly older than I.  I had a feeling they'd hit it off and I was right.  They talked shop the entire drive up, I couldn't get a word in edgewise and once the benevolent ball-busting started, I relaxed.

We tailgated for a bit in the parking lot next to Dave & Buster's and my excitement over getting ready to see my favorite band for the umpteenth time kept growing, along with the urge to pee.  I was getting drunk and my pride was disappearing so I finally opened the back driver's side door and T, God love him, stood in the gap between it and the car next to us while I relieved myself for what seemed like an hour.
"Can you stop staring at me?  You've seen it before."
"Yeah, but not in a public parking lot overlooking the river with your brother standing twenty feet away."
"Well have him make sure no one comes back here...holy shit, I can't stop peeing...hey, um, you might want to move your foot."
"Are you done yet?"
"No!  It won't stop!"
He's laughing his ass off, and I am too.  High class trash is what we call it baby, high class trash.  Needless to say, I didn't have to go to the bathroom for the rest of the evening, anything liquid I consumed I sweat out almost immediately.

The show itself was fucking awesome, what can I say?  I love 311 with all my heart, one of the main reasons being that they put all of their heart into their music and their shows.  Hammie even hoisted me on his shoulders for a few minutes so I could get some good shots while T held my purse.

It was a hot night, the setlist was mind-blowing.  "Watching you dance and having the time of your life..."  And dance I did, with either my brother or T twirling me around the whole time.  When it was over I felt that familiar sense of satisfaction and joy that I get after every 311 show.  The three of us ended up back at a private club, played some pool, had a few beers then eventually called it a night.  And my satisfaction never stopped coming.  ;-)  

...and this is where my shirt ended up.