Why are you still on the fence about getting that 70$ pop pass? It's gonna change your life. For real. Tell us about your really awesome or brutal Pop Moments Past and you could save that money to pay off your student loan or to enable some more good memories! We'll choose the best and worst of what our festival has offered you and compensate your efforts with a pass to the festival. Maybe it went a little something like this?

Pop 2004. It was the Friday night afterparty at the Long Haul (or hall...either way, both apply). Crazy jamming going on in the back room with the Unicorns and Subtitle, sweaty loose people losing their shit on the dance floor, and myself and 18 other people in the bathroom queue are experiencing various degrees irritation at the couple who are taking just a little too long getting down in the bathroom. I happened to see the guy behind me at his show earlier on in the night (henceforth referred to as Mr.B), and attempt to loosen the tight noose of my inhibitions by talking to him.

-"Hey. I'm Patricia. You were pretty awesome tonight!" I was stretching the truth. and trembling from the first word. God I hate how impressionable I can be!

-"Hey baby! That's sweet," says Mr.B as he puts his arm around my waist. What a dude. "Why don't we skip the line and go outside?"

Of course I have no wits about me, so I say yeah, and follow him outside, all the while asking myself why I started a conversation with a rock star who's still wearing his shades at 5 am.

We walk around the building, he unzips his pants, I squat. I'm wondering why it is that he's not peeing. After I'm done, I look over and he's standing there, unbuttoned and dangling.

"C'mon. While we're at it, why don't you come a little closer..."

I guess I was nervous or something and start laughing. At that very moment, my friend Susie comes stumbling around the building with her night's conquest in tow. I try to recoup my lost coolness and grab Mr.B by the arm and drag him back up to the party. I guess I can't blame him for ignoring me for the rest of the night.

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