Jake and I were aggressive and weaseled ourselves into a spot that we thought would be perfect. It was about as close as you can get with lawn seats and we were on the edge of our step- so we thought we'd have a great view for the evening while sitting in our Crazy Creek chairs munching on baguette and cheese. We're high class.
When I pay money for a concert, I want to hear the concert. I do NOT want to hear 10,000 drunk fraternity/sorority kids (not to stereotype, but let's face it- that's who primarily goes to these things) yelling the lyrics and "woooooo yeah" every 5 seconds. Jake was the one that noticed that every "wooo" is followed by a "yeah". This fact should be interesting to future anthropologists.
Additionally, it is not polite to stand during concerts- specifically, it is not polite to stand in front of me. Even once I stood with 3 inches of ground between me and a huge step, people still butted in front of me. I don't care where we are- that is rude. I also hate 2nd hand smoke, whatever it is your smoking next to me. I do not think you're cool, I do not want to smile at you, and I do not want to share my blanket or food with you.
My mama is proud that she raised me to be annoyed by these things. I'm afraid that I'm destined for a life of classical music concerts. So, my kids may not know who Jimi Hendrix was, is that so bad???
Though I have my complaints about the concert, the venue was breathtaking!