It's Not The Heat It's The Alcohol
Well, my Dave Matthews Band guest and I weathered the horrendous heat last night without too much damage. Our limo bus arrived and would more appropriately have been called a short limo bus. The thing was not very luxurious, that is for sure. It was hotter than hell on our trip to St. Louis. Guest #2 wasn't feeling well from our fast food dinner before we left and I wasn't feeling well from sitting sideways while traveling. When the air conditioner did turn on it spit on me. It was not the most joyous trip, but we did see the Arch off in the distance on our way in.
We arrived in the Verizon Amphitheatre parking lot early for the concert and after hauling the camera back to the bus (thanks Guest #2) and a portable bathroom break, we were heading around the long curving road of merchandise, food, and beverage advertising toward the stage. The heat pressed in on us from all directions slowing our pace. Here I thought it had been hot on the bus.
We purchased our first bottle of beer for $9 (each) and headed up to our lawn seat section, G, row 40, seat ... oh who the hell cares? Guest #2 enjoyed telling people he thought they were in his seat. We hung out trying not to sweat to death, guzzling our beers, and listening to the opening band. It was not so good. We headed back down for another beer (and water for me) and found an air conditioned tent. It was a glorious oasis. We enjoyed our time there thoroughly.
We watched a portion of the concert under a heavy, grey cloud-covered sky that occasionally squeezed a few drops out onto the sea of concert goers in the lawn seats. DM looked pretty hot too from the big screen. It was a toe fucking tapping good time, though. Guest #2 and I headed to the bathrooms early and back to the bus to find a few of our traveling companions had not weathered the heat and alcohol as well as we had. After collecting the last of our super fans, we eased out into the heavy post-concert traffic and hit the road for home. It was a long journey, but I was happy to finally hit the hay about 2am.
What should we do tonight?
We arrived in the Verizon Amphitheatre parking lot early for the concert and after hauling the camera back to the bus (thanks Guest #2) and a portable bathroom break, we were heading around the long curving road of merchandise, food, and beverage advertising toward the stage. The heat pressed in on us from all directions slowing our pace. Here I thought it had been hot on the bus.
We purchased our first bottle of beer for $9 (each) and headed up to our lawn seat section, G, row 40, seat ... oh who the hell cares? Guest #2 enjoyed telling people he thought they were in his seat. We hung out trying not to sweat to death, guzzling our beers, and listening to the opening band. It was not so good. We headed back down for another beer (and water for me) and found an air conditioned tent. It was a glorious oasis. We enjoyed our time there thoroughly.
We watched a portion of the concert under a heavy, grey cloud-covered sky that occasionally squeezed a few drops out onto the sea of concert goers in the lawn seats. DM looked pretty hot too from the big screen. It was a toe fucking tapping good time, though. Guest #2 and I headed to the bathrooms early and back to the bus to find a few of our traveling companions had not weathered the heat and alcohol as well as we had. After collecting the last of our super fans, we eased out into the heavy post-concert traffic and hit the road for home. It was a long journey, but I was happy to finally hit the hay about 2am.
What should we do tonight?
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