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Friday night, we saw Slipknot and Coheed & Cambria and ignored Trivium. Sorry guys, idk you.

They had many noms to choose. My chosen poison was the jumbo hot dog. The onion jizz packets made the overall hot dog pretty okay. Miller Lite: gross. Iz beer. The girls standing behind me in the food line were nice and let me jump out of line and back in to check about card policies. Hurray not all Slipknot fans are dipshits! Both of them had lovely boots and chokers.

The camera police got my decent camera into the object check, so I took a few shots with my way cool nonfocusing camera phone. Coheed & Cambria was awesome. They could only play for an hour as they did not headline, but they rocked the house. The Slipknot metalhead kids were pretty annoying in their lack of appreciation, but you can’t get everything. FEELINGS MAY HAVE DEVELOPED FOR CLAUDIO SANCHEZ. It is possible. He has good pants. And vocals. And hair. And energy. And technical skillz. And bum.

Note: internet at hand.
While waiting for Slipknot, we watched two guys climb up rope cord ladders to mounted spotlights. They have two dudes at the front of the suspended hardware thing in Millennium Falcon shooter pods. Their only job? Not pee for two hours while spotlighting the frontmen. Because we were so far to the side, we watched set up of the Slipknot stage, complete with siren blinky light tests, behind the Mario 3 red curtain of dooooom.

Corey Taylor wore fancy pants and red sneakers. Observe as he creates comradeship with the children:

Highlight of the night aside from Claudio and Corey’s respective pants: two old dudes with grey-haired mohawks. Hells to the yes.