The woman in front of me was stoned out of her mind! She spent the whole concert slumped over in her seat. However, that didn't dampen her boyfriend's concert experience. He spent the whole time dancing and rubbing her back. Like that's going to make her feel any better. He thought it was cute his girlfriend overindulged. Get her the hell out of there! He waited until the encore to leave. Classy guy. Very odd. Cara asked me what kind of drug I thought she was on. I said, P.C.P., you know, angel dust. Ha ha. I don't know why but that drug always gets a laugh. Cara told me if that girl was on P.C.P., she probably would have jumped from our extraordinarily bad seats, ha ha.
For the first three songs the seat next to me was empty. Then, she came. The most-annoying concert goer, ever. She bumped into me and said, "I'm sorry, sir." Sir? I'm not a Sir. I'm a "guy" or a "man" or a "Bob" but not a Sir! She would scream, loudly, at the weirdest times. The screams went directly into my ear. When she screamed I couldn't hear the band! She would also clap along but to her own rhythms. It was crazy. "Sir, do you mind if I smoke?" With my poncho and hat on I must have looked like a narc. She left during the encores. She came late and left early. "!?" You can hear her scream at the end of the clip above.
BAND: 10 out of 10. FANS IN MY AREA: 1 out of 10.
Have a nice day.