Of This and Some of That

Yesterday, I went to Praise in the Park in Lucedale and it was fantastic. As far as first concerts go, I loved it! They stared the thing off with a prayer. That was so cool.
Royal Tailor, Building 429, Leeland, Jeremy Camp and introducing  Hanover Dr (who didn't suck, surprisingly). I went half-deaf after Royal Tailor's perfomance (Note to self: don't get right up on the speakers) and so did my sister. After the whole thing was over, my ears were ringing for hours.
We left the coast at one and arrived at 2:50ish, got in, found a spot at the front, (my sister forgot the chairs and blankets so we just parked it) and waited forever for the good people to show up. They had other bands (Godspeed3 was pretty good), most not so pleasant to hear.
During Building 429's performance and Jeremy Camp's testimony about his first wife (she died of cancer after 4 1/2 months of their marriage, I cried. Not outright sobbing, but I was truly touched by it. Even my sister cried, and she doesn't do that, ever. That, and the words of some of the songs were truly beautiful.
I got Royal Tailor's CD and got them to sign it. There was this group of girls in front of me in the line, and one of their friends came up, hyperventilating and fluttering about 'That fine guy with the green hat who touched my hand!' She was very excited, to the point of hilarious. Her friends were trying to calm her down about it, but she'd have none of it.
"You're twelve!" they said. "He's, like, twenty-five and probably married."
"I don't care!" she said. 
Obviously, this one believes in true love. I think the one she was talking about was 
 Taurel Wells, the lead singer for Royal Tailor. I do believe I can sympathize with both parties actually. On one hand, the boy is fine. On the other hand, this happened 30 minutes ago so...come down, honey.
I did shake hands with Leeland though, with his pretty, pretty red hair.
If I were white, I'd want red hair. Speaking of colors, I counted, forgot, and estimated it to be about thirty black people at that thing. It was just something to do in between waiting for the bands to go up.
Also, the weather lied. It was supposed to be cold. I wore leggings, boots, flannel, and the sun is high and blazing. Yeah, that stuff had to go. Took of the flannel (of course it's Mississippi flannel, so it wasn't that bad) and went in a port-a-potty to take of the leggings. I must say, I'm impressed with my balance in desperate situations. Port-a-potties are disgusting, nasty things that only men should have to use. Ladies should get an actual facility built for them. Because that...was...disgusting. Interestingly enough, I didn't even have to use the bathroom since before I left my house at one and came back at 12 in the morning. I don't know if that was because my body needed all of the liquid it took in or because it realized that it didn't have a choice and I wasn't going to use those things.
Later on, it did get cold though and the leggings went back on.
I screamed my head off and sang along with all of Camp's and RT's song. Lording willing, I'm going again next year.
Oh, and I lost my phone. After the concert, we were running up the hill and toward our ride. I piggy-backed for a while, and I think during that incredibly short attempt, my phone must have fallen out of my pocket. However, we were already at a Church's chicken (because someone wanted chicken. I mean, really wanted chicken). My sister called the phone, and the guy drove over and gave it back. How awesome and good was that! I had to give him my last $20 (Well, not had to, but I HAD TO!). But I got my phone back, with all of my recordings from the concert.
It was just fantastic. I loved it, even the sitting around in the sun part, because it was part of the whole experience. Because we were so close to the front, we spotted Jarrod Ingram and Blake Hubbard from RT (RoyalTailor) near the bars of the gate. And yet we didn't go get a picture with them. A few people went up and talked to them, but it seemed like people they know, and we didn't want to look like a couple of fangirls (even though we kinda are). But there were a group of kids playing with a ball and it rolled under the gate. Jarrod got it for him and gave it back. 
So my sister said, "Man, we should have brought a ball."
And I said, "I have my ipod in my purse."
Thing was, I was seriously thinking about it.
But anyway, I think I'm going to get Facebook now.