The next 2 hours consisted of pacing my bedroom, listening to the Meat Puppets (who's guitars would be stuck with me all day) and figuring out how to sneak in a camera. I came up with the ingenious idea of hiding it in my steel toed boots, only to find out that my camera's far too fat to fit into the toe, forcing me to stick in the calf part of it. So I did the next best thing and stuffed an inhuman amount of feminine products into the top of the boot. Big security men really wanna find my camera, they gotta go through THAT! Then I stuck some jeans and a sweatshirt in for good measure. All this just to bring a stupid camera.
FINALLY it's time to go. Or at least the time my dad said it was time to go. Right then of course he finds 8 million little things to do. I sit, ring my hands, and tune out my mother who's lecturing me on concert safety, big bad men at fairgrounds and blah blah blah. We leave, and my dad announces that we have to stop by his office first. I sit in the parking lot. And sit. And sit. "Hmmm... I should check the oil." Good idea Dad!! "it's a little low.... Sara, hand me that thing of oil in there, will ya?" Sure Dad. After that. "Hey, I'm going to go pick some tomatoes at the garden here," GREAT DAD, tomatoes. That's really nice CAN WE GO NOW!!!!!!!????
The rest of the car ride he insists on reading every street sign aloud, telling me the name of every elementary school and river we pass as if I can't read the signs myself or even care. I swear, that man TRIES to be boring.
We arrive. Spend half hour parking. Spend over a half hour finding the booth he has to work at. I take off. It's 4:30. Show starts at 7.
Sara's out on her own, and it's the attack of the strollers. Moms, kids, hippies, old men, horse shit, The Village Idiots–I mean–Village People and other cheesy music broadcasting from various booths, and some swingish band playing in the middle of everything, all deterring Sara from her destination. I try and find the ampitheater only to discover that the big structure I thought it was is actually a horse racing track AND I CAN'T GET OUT!!!!
I finally escape the race track, find the venue and snoop around trying to get a peak at the seating arrangement. I see Sean and Dana standing at the backstage door which is behind some gates and a small parking/loading area for equipment. 2 gorgeous cars are parked here. One of them is an enormous (I mean ENORMOUS) light blue topless Cadillac type (it could have been a caddy for all I know, which is nothing) boat and the other is the sky blue Mustang Fastback. I walk over to a corner of the gate and yell at Sean. He starts to walk over and I realize, in fact it's NOT Sean and that Dana is giving me a very weird look. The Sean Look Alike can't seem to hear me over the enormous vent thing between us, so he hops over to assure me that, yes, there would be room to dance. Dana's still watching me. I thank him and wander around the place some more, stopping a little ways from that doorway to "watch a ride" and keep an eye on the place. I round the corner and there's Dan, on his way inside. A little behind him is Jason(!) and Ian with a bunch of people. Ian is talking, "So did you go and see the pigs?" he says in a false hick voice.
I resume watching the ride from what I imagined was a safe place. I hear someone walking up behind me, so I turn around and see Dana getting into his car which I'm a few feet from. He glares at me, looking like I'm gonna try and jack his car or something. I'm all of 5'4" (if that), what am I gonna do to you or your car? Jeez, lighten up. I still smirk, as it's kinda funny. He looked so paranoid.
A bit later, I see Dan again. He's wearing shorts and a greenish/brownish tank top and is stooping over to talk to some old people as he's walking. I say "HI DAN!" (not as loud as implied) and he may have heard me, as he flew past, since I saw him turn halfway around for a moment.
My feet hurt, so I find a bench to sit on. But I'm too damn restless and get up and begin to pace the area again. This continues for another hour.
