`` look for an unmarked , mysterious , black backpack or a bowling ball bag ... '' my thoughts spun as wildly as the terminator : noise , chatter , laughter , screams and music blasted my eardrums from all sides ; a strong mixture of aromas including hot dog , sweat and various deodorants made my nose burn and bright lights , hundreds , probably thousands , of faces i could n't name , and about a billion other things to see made my eyes hurt .