Last November I went to go see one of my favorite rock bands, AC/DC, for the first and possibly the last time in my life. My Dad and I pre-gamed Yuenglings in the parking lot and went in right around show time. This was also my brother’s first concert as well so there was a lot of Mehalick bro-power going on. While having a beer in the vestibule of the IZOD Center an Alcohol Compliance Officer, who looked somewhat akin to Drew Carey, asked me for ID. Naturally I didn’t have any and was booted from the arena at exactly the same time the show began. The cold Meadowlands air ripped at my tear-soaked, drunken face and I stood outside wondering if I’d ever get to see AC/DC and how I was going to get over the fact that i payed 90 bucks for my ticket and didn’t see one note played. So I figured fuck it, I had nothing else to do except sit in the car. I ran back to the gate I had initially entered and made up an elaborate lie about how I was supposed meet my dad and how he couldn’t possibly hear his cell phone inside the loud arena. After a while they gave me a ticket, for a seat on the floor, dead center. Not only had they let me back into an arena I had been kicked out of/banned from, they gave me a better seat. True Story.

Last November I went to go see one of my favorite rock bands, AC/DC, for the first and possibly the last time in my life. My Dad and I pre-gamed Yuenglings in the parking lot and went in right around show time. This was also my brother’s first concert as well so there was a lot of Mehalick bro-power going on. While having a beer in the vestibule of the IZOD Center an Alcohol Compliance Officer, who looked somewhat akin to Drew Carey, asked me for ID. Naturally I didn’t have any and was booted from the arena at exactly the same time the show began.

The cold Meadowlands air ripped at my tear-soaked, drunken face and I stood outside wondering if I’d ever get to see AC/DC and how I was going to get over the fact that i payed 90 bucks for my ticket and didn’t see one note played.

So I figured fuck it, I had nothing else to do except sit in the car. I ran back to the gate I had initially entered and made up an elaborate lie about how I was supposed meet my dad and how he couldn’t possibly hear his cell phone inside the loud arena. After a while they gave me a ticket, for a seat on the floor, dead center. Not only had they let me back into an arena I had been kicked out of/banned from, they gave me a better seat.

True Story.

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