Bowie?
So I get there, and find out I'm wearing one of those horrid fluro yellow SECURITY shirts.
I hatehate them with a passion.
I spent four hours working at one of the beer tents, checking ID and answering the same questions, as you do. "Where's the toilet?" "Can I take my beer into the grandstand?" "Do they sell water here?"
I must have been asked fourty times if the tent I was standing half a foot in front of serves bottles of water.
If they'd have looked behind me.. THERE WAS A FUCKING MENU.
I forget how stupid people are.. then I work as a bouncer some more. =p~
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After about 8:10, I was working just in front of the barrier on the stage's left flank.. about half a stage's length from Bowie.. then got pushed back to the juvinile section, where I stood around telling people not to smoke. Woo. =p
Though, I got to see 3/4 of the show at a 50 degree angle from the stage. Not baaad.
Dead easy night. I just have to remember not to let the retards get to me.
So Bowie's encore finished, and people filed out. Through the wrong exit. One of the guys left a gate ajar.. and people flooded through it.. into an even smaller section. Hah.
Then we had to stack about 6,000 chairs. Yay. ;_;
My feet are killing me. It's time to lay on my bed, feet up on the wall.. and let the blood seep out of my feet.
I hatehate them with a passion.
I spent four hours working at one of the beer tents, checking ID and answering the same questions, as you do. "Where's the toilet?" "Can I take my beer into the grandstand?" "Do they sell water here?"
I must have been asked fourty times if the tent I was standing half a foot in front of serves bottles of water.
If they'd have looked behind me.. THERE WAS A FUCKING MENU.
I forget how stupid people are.. then I work as a bouncer some more. =p~
...
After about 8:10, I was working just in front of the barrier on the stage's left flank.. about half a stage's length from Bowie.. then got pushed back to the juvinile section, where I stood around telling people not to smoke. Woo. =p
Though, I got to see 3/4 of the show at a 50 degree angle from the stage. Not baaad.
Dead easy night. I just have to remember not to let the retards get to me.
So Bowie's encore finished, and people filed out. Through the wrong exit. One of the guys left a gate ajar.. and people flooded through it.. into an even smaller section. Hah.
Then we had to stack about 6,000 chairs. Yay. ;_;
My feet are killing me. It's time to lay on my bed, feet up on the wall.. and let the blood seep out of my feet.