HC3: Playing the show, and watching audience reactions that ranged from:
-"FUCK YEAH!!! METAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!, to-
-"He's singing? Here?!?!" (Followed by the sound of an exploding head), to-
-"Get these faggots off the stage!!" to-
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Finding out that one of the vendors was a fan of my friend's former space rock band.
Watching the dude with the viking helmet.
Getting to see Ancient Rites, Metsatoll, and Moonsorrow.
Watching everyone avoid the guy who passed out in the urinal....
How fucking cool the merch people were, and the look on the guy's face when I told him my shirt size. (for the record, I wear a "Miniscule")
Kurt, you know who you are. Cold ravioli on a cold morning, yeah?
Hearing the guy from Wolven, whose van was parked next to our bus, say "Whose bus is that? I'll bet it's full of fucking dorks."
Jar and Ryan staggering across the freeway after night one.
Last but not least, how cool everyone was to everyone all weekend. TROOOOOOLLLLSLAAAAAYYYYYEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!