My first Inferno show. Got ridiculously drunk off cheap wine on the way there, made a fool of myself in front of that guy, not realizing he was in that thing, though I was redeemed when he saw me smoking with a long cig holder and said, “That, miss, is classy!” An instance where prior knowledge of the band would have helped in the department of choosing footwear; somehow, though, I made it out with both my shoes. Stagedived (terribly) for the first time, several times. Didn't meet anyone just yet, as far as I can remember. — Margot