Mine was a Winger concert. I went with my girlfriend and my brother, and wound up sitting next to this fat, drunk hillbilly couple who behaved in a manner that made John Belushi from Animal House seem like a snooty congressman. Hillbilly Jim (not his real name) yells as loud as he can to his girlfriend, but really to everyone, "I'll be back; I gotta shit." He climbs over me, farting in my face as he went, and over my girl and brother. While he's gone, his girlfriend looks at me funny so I ask if she's alright. She vomits in my freakin' lap, and passes out with her head in the puke. Hillbilly Jim comes back, sees his girlfriends head in my lap, and (I'm assuming) thinks she's giving me oral sex. He punches me as hard as he could
: , so my brother jumps on him and starts beating the crap out of him
. Well, apparently Hillbilly Jim had brought his brother too and I wound up fighting this giant redneck. The owner called the cops, and as the cops arrive, I had somehow beaten up Big Zeke (not his real name either) and Jack (my brother) had destroyed Hillbilly Jim. The cops see me and Jack, pepper spray us, and throw us in the squad car
while the owner, my girlfriend, Hillbilly Jim's girlfriend, and it seemed like 25 other people had told them that we didn't start the fight. After about 30 minutes, the idiot cops realized that we were the ones who were assaulted and arrested the Appalachian Assholes.
Anyway, that's the story of my first concert. I haven't been to too many more since.