Patrick & I just got back from the Linkin Park Meteora concert, which also included Hoobastank, P.O.D., and Story of the Year.

I know it’s not exactly romantic, but it was an early Valentine’s gift from me to Patrick because I knew he’d love it (don’t ask me why he does) and he knows I hate it and would never go if it weren’t some special occasion. But it’s not like I’d ever send him there alone anyway, even if we were the only certifiably gay boys in the entire arena tonight. Some of those emo-type teen boys aren’t above experimenting, and I’m not about to let them do it with my boyfriend. Even if they’re cute and I can watch.

Most of the crowd was young, white boys angry about… something. Or maybe nothing. Or maybe they were angry because they had nothing to be angry about. I don’t know. I just don’t get it. There were also young, lonely, white girls busy lusting after the young, angry, white boys. I do admit some of those young, angry, white boys were kinda cute, even if they were pretty much all jailbait. Maybe that’s what draws Patrick…

Anyway, Linkin Park was actually very good—they know how to put on a show. The other three were pretty much just loud, though Hoobastank had decent moments. P.O.D. and Story of the Year in particular made me feel old and out-of-it. All these high school kids are rocking out, moshing, crowd surfing to P.O.D. and the only thing I’m thinking is, “Gee, that’s a nice font choice on the backdrop.”

The best thing I can say about Story of the Year is that their website tag is, “Boobs are fucking epic,” which I think is pretty funny, for some reason. That and in their online diary the lead singer announces that their guitar tech, Allan, is “one of the coolest homosexuals I’ve ever met” though, “He talks a lot, for a gay person.”

If someone—anyone—can explain to me what that means, please do.