Yeah, that was my first concert ever. Band scheduled for something like 9 pm, came out after 11:30. Good, for the short time they played. Probably drunk, or worse. You sit on the floor of the roller rink. We were 16. "Supposed" to be home by midnight, ha ha, so when we got to my friend's place @ 2 am, her mother somehow blamed me, lost it, and punched me in the face, broke my glasses, kicked me out. The good news was, with the black eye and broken glasses, my mom finally believed what I had been telling her all along, that my friend's mom was crazy.