Went to the show with my homie Greg, had a great time! I moshed! I've never good'n'proper moshed before, despite being in the pit at previous shows. Greg's hella big, so I had him lift me up so I could scream along to the chorus of one of my favorite jams. I'd started talking to a super cute girl after Summer Vacation's set, and after I'd wished her a good show and went back inside, she came and found me in the crowd and we hung out for the rest of the show. I asked her for her phone number, and now I have it. :3
I am not sure if he was serious, but the bouncer told Greg and I that he just found out his dad died, which kinda threw us for a loop. But after we talked to him and made special effort to be nice and helpful, he seemed to be in a better mood, and he shook our hands on our way out afterward and said thanks. Downside: that did totally prevent me from stagediving.
Also managed to talk to half of Joyce Manor and gave them my business card and a thumb drive with a few Troubador songs on it, including a bootleg track from one of our live shows just for good measure.
tl;dr I had a fucking fantastic time, all the bands were killer (Joyce Manor's singer went through three guitars' worth of E strings [2 weren't his!] just rocking too hard, lololol), and I'm proud of myself for making every second count, fuck yeah. I doubt I could've had a better time even if I'd tried.