My wife and I went to see Kenny Chesney yesterday. Opening acts Pat Green and Sugarland.
1. We get to the concert venue, park, and start walking towards the entrance. Of course there is a line 1/4 mile long, but we get into the back of it and wait. The gates open, and the line starts moving (horray!!) We get towards the front and see that some people have started a 2nd line and are cutting in front of people. The guy behind me starts screaming "What are you all special? get in the back of the line! We waited patiently, you will too) Amazingly most people did move to the back of the line at that point.
2. Get inside, find our seats and go for food. A group gets in line behind us. Soon after a man and his daughter join said group. They are complaining that Security wouldn't let them back to get an autograph. (Well duh) the mom chimes in "Well, that's just stupid". Okay lady. Then the father walks to the front of the line. I assume he's seeing what the menu board says. NO! He's up there getting served. I was less than pleased.
3. The best (and last SC story) Towards the end of Pat Green, a girl and her father sit down next to us. She is 21 at the oldest, drunk, and spilling beer everywhere. Dad keeps trying to keep her upright as she keeps trying to pass out. Just as I am about to get security I see someone else getting them. Security girl runs off to get someone to help (why she didn't have a walky talky is beyond me). A woman in front of us runs up to hold the girl up (Dad runs off to find Mom) and starts asking for water. Well we didn't have any. Some woman gave hers up but she wasn't too happy about it. Girl starts to vomit all over the ground.
Security finally gets there, and escorts her out while Dad (who had returned) was yelling at her about "messing this up" He had some more choice words, but you get the point. We later see two cops carrying her our (she was passed out at this point). My wife is sure she had alcohol poisoning.
Then it took 20+ minutes to get someone over to clean it up, so the first part of Sugarland we had to spend in other areas.
1. We get to the concert venue, park, and start walking towards the entrance. Of course there is a line 1/4 mile long, but we get into the back of it and wait. The gates open, and the line starts moving (horray!!) We get towards the front and see that some people have started a 2nd line and are cutting in front of people. The guy behind me starts screaming "What are you all special? get in the back of the line! We waited patiently, you will too) Amazingly most people did move to the back of the line at that point.
2. Get inside, find our seats and go for food. A group gets in line behind us. Soon after a man and his daughter join said group. They are complaining that Security wouldn't let them back to get an autograph. (Well duh) the mom chimes in "Well, that's just stupid". Okay lady. Then the father walks to the front of the line. I assume he's seeing what the menu board says. NO! He's up there getting served. I was less than pleased.
3. The best (and last SC story) Towards the end of Pat Green, a girl and her father sit down next to us. She is 21 at the oldest, drunk, and spilling beer everywhere. Dad keeps trying to keep her upright as she keeps trying to pass out. Just as I am about to get security I see someone else getting them. Security girl runs off to get someone to help (why she didn't have a walky talky is beyond me). A woman in front of us runs up to hold the girl up (Dad runs off to find Mom) and starts asking for water. Well we didn't have any. Some woman gave hers up but she wasn't too happy about it. Girl starts to vomit all over the ground.
Security finally gets there, and escorts her out while Dad (who had returned) was yelling at her about "messing this up" He had some more choice words, but you get the point. We later see two cops carrying her our (she was passed out at this point). My wife is sure she had alcohol poisoning.
Then it took 20+ minutes to get someone over to clean it up, so the first part of Sugarland we had to spend in other areas.
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