Best was Pink Floyd at OSU stadium in Columbus. Me and the ex had terrible seats, way to the side, behind a column. As the show started, we walked around the ground level looking for empties a little closer to the stage to jump into. I saw a roped off section about 3 rows deep, damn near middle stage. I asked a security guard what they were blocked off for and he told me "vip's". I told him the people we were sitting by were real high and kept f'n with my wife so we were looking for somewhere else to sit. He looked around for a second, lifted the rope and we sat with our feet up and watched the whole show from about 15 feet away. Not 1 "vip" showed to sit there.
The worst was a Stone Temple Pilots show at a small venue in Columbus, The L.C. it's now called, at a general admission seating show. Some pretty-boy on the second level decided to try to impress his girl by pouring some of his beer on people. The guy next to me just looked up and flipped him off. The jackass did it again a little later, and this time on me. I looked up and he and his girl were laughing histerically. I took my i.d. out of my wallet and handed my wallet to my buddy. I went upstairs, made my way to the front and tapped the guy on his shoulder and asked what his problem was. He turned around, shrugged, and turned back around. I ended up with a broked pinkie, and a night in the tank along with a fat fine for disorderly conduct. Nancy boy will NEVER pour beer on someone again though.
The worst was a Stone Temple Pilots show at a small venue in Columbus, The L.C. it's now called, at a general admission seating show. Some pretty-boy on the second level decided to try to impress his girl by pouring some of his beer on people. The guy next to me just looked up and flipped him off. The jackass did it again a little later, and this time on me. I looked up and he and his girl were laughing histerically. I took my i.d. out of my wallet and handed my wallet to my buddy. I went upstairs, made my way to the front and tapped the guy on his shoulder and asked what his problem was. He turned around, shrugged, and turned back around. I ended up with a broked pinkie, and a night in the tank along with a fat fine for disorderly conduct. Nancy boy will NEVER pour beer on someone again though.