I ended up deciding to head to Raleigh, too, the day that tix went on sale, and ended up with 10th row center for that. My friend who didn't mail order also got sec. 102 row A!!! (dead center, first row) for Lakewood, second night (6-24), so I was happy for him (and myself, knowing that I would be stubbed into the lower pavilion). 

We had a group of five, but the two girls decided to just go to their seats. Russ stubbed me and Kelley down to the lower pav. from this shady looking chick, but whatever, it worked out. Anyways, we sit down, and within minutes we are asked to move. Of course, we move. Those aren't our seats, it's cool. The people were nice about it, too. 

We climbed back a few rows, and I heard my name... it turned out to be this girl Kelly who I met @ school in Athens, and she was cool as hell. I talked to her for a minute, then she left to go to the bathroom. While she was gone, this asshole leans over and says, "Hey, you should really go to where your seat is because this show is sold the fuck out and you are going to piss a lot of people off." I looked at him and his friends, and I thought I was suddenly transported into a J. Crew catalog. They looked rather out of place, but it's the music, not the scene (but we're all judgmental to a point)... 

Anyways, I explained the situation to him kindly, and he gave me an eat-shit-and-die look. A few minutes later, a group of people sat down next to this jerk, and after a few minutes of conversation, I hear him say, "Well, I've never really listened to these guys before. There were some free tickets laying around at the Publix that I work at, and I decided it would be something fun to do." While he deserves credit for finding something fun to do, it made me laugh that he decided to be the ticket nazi for a band he'd never heard before. 

The show opened with a super-funkified Moma Dance, and while I was boogie-ing, i looked back at him and his friends. They were standing still, looking at each other like, "What the fuck did we come to?" They started talking as Runaway Jim started, and they collectively decided that it would be a good idea if they left. I laughed pretty hard. Then came the Tweezer... Nobody else ever asked us to move all night, and we sat in the most perfect seats for one of the sickest shows I've ever heard.

 - Marc