I walk over to where the car is supposed to be, and it's not there! There is a van in the spot where it was. For a moment I stand there, staring at the van. My mind wanders to answer the question why the car was gone. I realize that I must be in the wrong area. I start to walk up and down the rows of cars in the section that I think it is in. I am looking and looking...NO CAR! 

By this time, the show is going to begin within a few minutes.  I change my mission; I will not worry about the show.  Instead, I figured that my pal had already sold my ticket that he was holding.  I just needed to find the car so that he could find me after the show. So I go over the gate where they are letting people in. I guess I was hoping to see him or to get some help. 

At the entrance, there is a man on the megaphone, telling people to go back to the lot if they don't have a ticket. I approach him and tell him I can't find my car. He ignores me for a moment and then tells me to go to the lot. So I decide that I will make a stand. I have a ticket, just not on me. So I sit on my cooler and wait to catch the attention of another security person. 

While I am sitting there, three girls come up to me who work there and tell me to go to the lot. I still refuse to move. So a man in a golf cart pulls up, ramming me in the shin. "You will have to go back to the lot," he says. I stand up and move my cooler, only a few feet, though. Another man comes up to me, and I explain that I need to find my car... if he could just take me around the lot, I would be grateful. 

"We don't have time to take people who are too high to find their car around the lot." This pissed me off.  I was not high, yet.  "Fuck you!" I yelled.  "I need to find my car."   "Why don't you go have your Phishy friends help you?" he says to me. With that, I stood up and told him to fuck off... and that his state blew. I walked back to the area where I thought the car was and started to yell, "help me find my car." 

Then a phan came up and said "what does it look like?"  I replied, "Well it's a gold Saturn," and as I said that, I turned around and found my car. In the trunk was my ticket. As I walked up to gate with my ticket in hand, I found my friend yelling for me. I missed the first few songs, but was able to catch the rest of the show! Thanks to a little kindness from my Phishy friends.

-Paul