Most memorable show EVER!

I apologize if it seems like all i talk about is AFI, but i've been thinking about the best shows I have ever been to. My first show was They Might Be Giants at the Cajun house in Scottsdale, AZ, which is memorable for for being my first. but i had to think for a while and i finally decided. It has a pretty funny story that goes along with it. Since i currently have tickets to 2 AFI shows (12/12/06 in Glendale and 2/17/07 in Tuscon) and my most memorable show happened At the Rialto Theatre in Tuscon, where i'll be seeing them again in feburary.

It was april of 2003 right after AFI's "Sing the Sorrow" came out and i had already seen them 3 time before but this time i was going to take my good friend Carlos. We were stoked for the show, especially after waiting in line outside Zia for 5 hours to wait for tickets to go on sale. We also thought this would be the perfect time to make this a road trip so i went ahead and booked a ghetto motel 6 for $29.99. We sadly didn't have the money to stay in the haunted hotel across from the Rialto which is where i really wanted to stay.

So then came the big day. we had our bags packed and all ready to go (for those who dont know Tuscon is exactally 100 miles away). So we left 10 hours early so we could get there and be first in line so we could get to the front row. The start of our almighty 'road trip'. Stopping in Eloy (the almost exact halfway point between Phoenix and Tuscon) to go to the little boys room, coming out and stepping back into the car....RRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPP goes my pants from the bottom all the way to my croch! i had accidently stepped on the side of my pant leg and ripped the crap out of it. lucky me, i didnt pack any extra pants so we decided to just go back to phoenix to get extra pants cause i didnt have the money to buy new ones. So we return back and grabbed some pants and headed back and finally got to tuscon (200 miles so far on the trip meter), checked into the Hotel and saw the filth that we'd were privledged to be sleeping in later that nite. We step out of the car and i froze and my heart sunk... Carlos asks what is wrong, i reply "I forget the tickets!!!!!!!", Carlos slapped me.
So we get first in line like we had planned and i gave Carlos my new Gameboy advanced and i headed back to Phoenix to retrieve the tickets. I did just that and headed back to the Rialto. i returned finally to see Carlos relieved to see the tickets in my hand. I got there with 1 hour to spare and finally the doors open and we get front row to witness the greatest performance ever. The opening bands were good but nothing to be excited over 'Time in Malta' and 'the Explosion'. I cant find the pictures i took from that show and i would post them if i could find them.
So the show ended and we were off to the Waffle House for some late nite grub. Then went off to the hotel where, as i was the first one of us two to enter the hotel room "I call the bed furthest away from the door!!" (out of fear if a trucker would come in in the middle of the night and have his way with one of us). Carlos expressed his regret. So after watching a HBO special on Meth addicts we go to bed.
We headed back to Tempe the next morning just in time for us the make our Noon shift at the Dairy Queen.