Everyone loves a good concert.

Some people shell out big bucks to enjoy their favorite musical act, which can be a truly fun experience.

Others view concerts as the perfect opportunity to get drunk and make asses of themselves. Unfortunately, at Friday’s Counting Crows performance in Lantz Arena, a selective few put a damper on my much-anticipated concert experience with their foolish antics.

I’ve been waiting excitedly for almost a month to see the Crows live, and I assumed the other 3,000 students and area fans would attend with the same attitude. I just wanted to hear some good music and have a fun time.

I showed up to Lantz with my boyfriend and his 17-year-old brother, a huge Counting Crows fan. While waiting outside the arena doors, two obviously intoxicated college girls dropped their pants and urinated in the bushes next to Lantz. At least a hundred others in the line witnessed this display of public idiocy, since it was still light out and the girls didn’t make an effort to conceal that they weren’t properly potty trained.

I was proud to give my boyfriend’s little brother his first taste of the classy, ladylike behavior exhibited by certain Eastern sorority members.

During the concert, the embarrassing antics of my peers continued. We stood patiently during Sixpence None the Richer’s opening set, which I thought was pretty damn good. Apparently, a few other drunken degenerates standing behind us did not agree. A group of obnoxious guys shouted “get off the stage,” and the always charming, “show us your tits,” to lead singer Leigh Nash. Sixpence None the Richer has gained fame as a Christian rock band, so I doubt Nash would find the hecklers’ requests very amusing.

Meanwhile, people of all shapes and sizes attempted to push their way up to the front of the stage. I understand everyone wants to get close to the band, but it’s incredibly rude to assume those around you won’t mind if you step in front of them.

I’ve been in my fair share of rowdy concert crowds, and I wasn’t expecting to have to throw elbows and exchange insults with anyone at a Counting Crows show. I just wanted to stand there and not be bothered.

As for those “fans” to my left, who were talking and laughing loudly during lead vocalist Adam Duritz’s piano solo, you really knew how to ruin a good moment.

And what concert experience would be complete without the mad rush for the door when the lights go up? The same girls with the overactive bladders shoved their way through hundreds of people waiting to get out of the venue, proclaiming through giggles that they were going to be sick. Tired and frustrated, I felt compelled to shout a few expletives at them.

Now I’m not trying to claim I’m the Emily Post of concert etiquette, but I was disappointed with my peers’ manners Friday night.

The University Board is going to be hard-pressed to find acts to perform at Eastern if we get a reputation for having an uncouth crowd. Sean Kelly, guitarist for Sixpence None the Richer, said he was happy with the fans’ energy, and the University Police Department removed only two intoxicated students from Lantz.

However, from my limited experience, I encountered enough debauchery to make me ashamed of a few of my fellow concert goers.

We’re all adults. So next time a big act comes to our little campus, let’s lose the childish behavior.