My friend passed out at Iron Maiden last night, I was so full of wtf. I ended up drag/carrying him a fucking long way to the edge of the crowd (despite him probably outweighing me by a good 60-70 pounds at least) and a security guy called first aid. My friend then proceeded to apparently recover and want to go back into the crowd. The thing that I found weirdest was how no one seemed willing to react, even if it was just to pass the word to security or something...
Somehow that didn't cure our appetite for partying, as after the show a bunch of us reduced my house to shambles, complete with cigarette burns, puke, and a broken door XD