Manchester United is here??

by Amanda Miller on may 26, 2011

My boyfriend, his two best friends, and my best friend all went to Lollapalooza 2009 with wide eyes and open minds. We decided we would take these 3 days to get, well very drunk, and just have the experience of a lifetime. Unfortunately for some of us, my boyfriend Nick took this a little too far. The first day of Lollapalooza started out with Manchester Orchestra in the morning. A few beers in, we were having the time of our lives. We had never heard the band before and instantly fell in love. As the day went on, all Nick could talk about was how he loved them so much. He even was telling people on the buses and on our walk down Michigan Avenue how they should download their music. Well later on in the night, during the Kings of Leon concert, we all left Nick for probably 5 minutes and when we came back, he was wasted. Apparently from having drank some vodka his new "friends" had given him. He started playing air guitar to himself, running around trying to start mosh pits, and eventually starting screaming that he wanted to hear...Manchester United. Yes, the soccer team. A few guys heard him and ran toward him screaming "Manchester United is here!?!?" with such excitement. I had to try and explain to them that no he meant Manchester Orchestra..but these guys were drunk as well and started screaming at all of us. While this whole thing is going on, Nick starts projectile vomiting all over anyone near us. He fell to the ground, could not walk, and all 4'11" of me had to pick him up over my back and attempt to carry him out of the crowd. Finally getting him out of the some thousand people crowd, with no help, was horrible. He had thrown up on probably 100 people, who them would throw cans at me because I could not control him... Once I finally got him out of the park and onto Michigan Avenue, I found his friends and they helped me carry him to the bus. I found a plastic bag rolling down in the wind on the street and held it outside of his mouth for an hour while he puked. Then when he finally said he was okay to get on the bus, I throw out the bag and he sits down and pukes all over my legs. At this point, I am just trying to stay calm, but then he starts vomiting all over the seats in front of us, the floor, the windows. We make it to our friends apartment, a 30 minute bus ride away, drag him upstairs and to bed. The next morning: no recollection. No idea why I might be the slightest bit mad, and to be honest, I really wasn't. This is what we had come to Lollapalooza for. A chance to be something that we normally aren't and to experience things we never have (even if we may have never wanted to...). It was a night we will all never forget. If I could win a chance to bring myself and Nick back to Lollapalooza, it would give us a chance to try and top this night and to create an even more hilarious memory. The picture I have attached is of Nick's two best friends, Garrett and Jeff, carrying him down Michigan Avenue after I got him out of the park.

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