We got there fairly early and fucked around for a few in the parking lot. Not thinking what i'd be getting myself into, i ate up some paper by myself. I usually don't like flying solo, but man i sure wish Chewy was there with me that night. Anyways, i meet up with TJ, and we bolt in to get good seats. I wanted seats for set break so i could get my shit together for the second ride. 

They were really good seats, Trey side, probably 100 ft away (i'm bad with numbers). TJ kinda figured out i was high as a kite, but was really cool about it.  I rode it really well into set break, and that's when the shit hit the fan. I decided i wanted to smoke, so i crammed my chillum, but in the wrong end. I'm all retarded and it took me probably 15 minutes to fish out the nuggets. 

Then, out of the blue, the 6 guys i went with jump and start doing the meatstick. I had no idea what the hell was goin on, and they are just being as loud as they can be, doin the meatstick. Well, to make a long story short, my friends got the whole Blue Cross area to look in my direction and do the meatstick. It was FUCKED up. I seriously wanted to puke looking at all those eyes and flesh observing my crippled state. 

I think it is really funny to this day, but i told them i hated them after they were through. But, what was really weird was that the 2nd or 3rd song in the second set was the meatstick! Don't know if it was part of the setlist, or if the jerk offs i went with had anything to do with it. Was a great night and is probably one of the better stories i have from a show.

- Mail