Standing in the que from hell

Oh dear. What have I gotten myself into..
Saturday was the day when the first bullet point on my to-do-before-30 list took place.
It was crowded, it was hot, it was fucking agony. I didn't make it to the end, but I'm content with having stood in the que from hell for 6 hours before packing it in.
A friend of mine rang whilst I was standing surrounded by yapping teenagers and asked "Oh are you at the Acne sale??" "Eeeehrm.. noo. Somewhere completely different.."
The only thing I got out of the day was Red bull all over my pink converse, impaired hearing and a parking ticket.. Would've rather had a pair of cheap jeans..