Who: Dave Matthews Band with moe.
When: June 20, 2003
Where: Darien Lake Performing Arts Center/ Darien Center, NY
With: Beth, Cassandra
Of Note: moe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDave, the sacrifice of the duck blanket, the best damn hot dogs I have ever eaten, Beth's post-show adventure
Dave Matthews Band. Summer time. Big, outdoor concert venue. Long day of tailgating. Killer opening band. Boone's Farm. Hot dogs in a Solo cup. Intense sunburns. And the funniest story pretty much ever. This day will go down in history as one of the best days ever. Days like this are the reason so many people love concerts.
So, being college girls in the early 2000s, we obviously loved Dave Matthews and were excited to get tickets for the summer tour, now a tradition. Because the only concert I had ever been to at Darien Lake at that point was Phish, I assumed all concerts at Darien were like Phish and you needed to get there really early in the morning. I expected people selling things out of vans and Philly Cheeseys. I was wrong.
No matter, we got to Darien, got set up in the parking lot and started to drink. It was a hot day and that summer was a summer when capris were in style. Looking to save some money, I just put Huck Finn cuffs in my jeans, which did not make the heat any more comfortable. I drank probably a gallon of Boone's Farm throughout the day. The bottles were 2/$7 or something - how could you not!
Eventually, the parking lot started to fill in. We got hungry and went to light up the grill that Beth had brought. It wouldn't light. Since we were now "ravenous drunk", this was a problem. We put our white hots in a Solo cup and started wandering around the parking lot, looking for someone who would let us use their grill. We found someone who had lit one of the installed park grills and put our hot dogs on. Then we realized we didn't have any grilling utensils. Beth, resourcefully, found a stick and used that as a grilling utensil. Once finally cooked at back at the Jeep, we ate. That hot dog....man. That hot dog was possibly the best damn thing I had ever eaten, ever.
We eventually met up with some people - Kelly? I think - and observed some flip cup, etc. Because I felt very strongly about having a good spot on the lawn, we went in to the venue almost as soon as it opened.
moe. was the opening band. As we've covered, I love them. They played a short, albeit enjoyable set. I remember being super pissed that some asshole near us started a Dave chant while moe. was playing. Like, have some respect dude. It was hypothesized beforehand that my head was actually going to explode at the musical combination of moe.andDave.
When it started to get dark, it got chilly. Cassandra was cold. I told her I would warm her with my sunburn. That was hilarious.
Dave danced a lot that night. I pointed and shrieked at Dave's dancing a lot. I am sure this was not obnoxious to anyone around me. I was pumped about 'Stay' and 'Where Are You Going'. I think Beth was pumped about 'Last Stop'. It was a clear, starry night and there were thousands of people there just like us. It was a great show.
When it ended, we made our way back to the parking lot. Since we had taken el-Jeep-o, I got in the driver's seat (don't worry Mom, by this point I had stopped drinking at least 6 hours previously and was stone cold sober). Beth said that she had to go to the bathroom but that we could get in the traffic line and she'd jump in the car when she was done. I'm pretty sure Cassandra was just excited to have a sweatshirt, and maybe some Wegmans chocolate chip cookies?
Anyway, I pulled the car into the exit line and Beth came trucking back at the car. She got in the passenger seat, didn't quite sit down, ripped her pants off, sat down, put a sweatshirt over her lap, put her jeans in a plastic bag, put her seatbelt on and just sat there. I looked at her quizzically. What she said next was pretty much the most amazing thing ever:
"So, sometimes when you're in a Port-a-Potty and standing up to button your jeans, some car or large in charge man or something runs into the back of the Port-a-Potty and the Port-a-Potty tilts forward and piss comes flying out of the urinal and you get piss on your pants. There is piss on my pants!"
Being the kind, supportive person that I am, I laughed for the entire 3.5 hours back to the Hell House. My ab muscles were sore the next day. I also made sure to ask everyone in the cars we inched out of the parking lot next to who had their windows open if they had any spare pants. "Because my friend? She has no pants."
moe.andDave was just as epic as I thought it would be.
When: June 20, 2003
Where: Darien Lake Performing Arts Center/ Darien Center, NY
With: Beth, Cassandra
Of Note: moe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDavemoe.andDave, the sacrifice of the duck blanket, the best damn hot dogs I have ever eaten, Beth's post-show adventure
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Dave Matthews Band. Summer time. Big, outdoor concert venue. Long day of tailgating. Killer opening band. Boone's Farm. Hot dogs in a Solo cup. Intense sunburns. And the funniest story pretty much ever. This day will go down in history as one of the best days ever. Days like this are the reason so many people love concerts.
So, being college girls in the early 2000s, we obviously loved Dave Matthews and were excited to get tickets for the summer tour, now a tradition. Because the only concert I had ever been to at Darien Lake at that point was Phish, I assumed all concerts at Darien were like Phish and you needed to get there really early in the morning. I expected people selling things out of vans and Philly Cheeseys. I was wrong.
No matter, we got to Darien, got set up in the parking lot and started to drink. It was a hot day and that summer was a summer when capris were in style. Looking to save some money, I just put Huck Finn cuffs in my jeans, which did not make the heat any more comfortable. I drank probably a gallon of Boone's Farm throughout the day. The bottles were 2/$7 or something - how could you not!
Eventually, the parking lot started to fill in. We got hungry and went to light up the grill that Beth had brought. It wouldn't light. Since we were now "ravenous drunk", this was a problem. We put our white hots in a Solo cup and started wandering around the parking lot, looking for someone who would let us use their grill. We found someone who had lit one of the installed park grills and put our hot dogs on. Then we realized we didn't have any grilling utensils. Beth, resourcefully, found a stick and used that as a grilling utensil. Once finally cooked at back at the Jeep, we ate. That hot dog....man. That hot dog was possibly the best damn thing I had ever eaten, ever.
We eventually met up with some people - Kelly? I think - and observed some flip cup, etc. Because I felt very strongly about having a good spot on the lawn, we went in to the venue almost as soon as it opened.
moe. was the opening band. As we've covered, I love them. They played a short, albeit enjoyable set. I remember being super pissed that some asshole near us started a Dave chant while moe. was playing. Like, have some respect dude. It was hypothesized beforehand that my head was actually going to explode at the musical combination of moe.andDave.
When it started to get dark, it got chilly. Cassandra was cold. I told her I would warm her with my sunburn. That was hilarious.
Dave danced a lot that night. I pointed and shrieked at Dave's dancing a lot. I am sure this was not obnoxious to anyone around me. I was pumped about 'Stay' and 'Where Are You Going'. I think Beth was pumped about 'Last Stop'. It was a clear, starry night and there were thousands of people there just like us. It was a great show.
When it ended, we made our way back to the parking lot. Since we had taken el-Jeep-o, I got in the driver's seat (don't worry Mom, by this point I had stopped drinking at least 6 hours previously and was stone cold sober). Beth said that she had to go to the bathroom but that we could get in the traffic line and she'd jump in the car when she was done. I'm pretty sure Cassandra was just excited to have a sweatshirt, and maybe some Wegmans chocolate chip cookies?
Anyway, I pulled the car into the exit line and Beth came trucking back at the car. She got in the passenger seat, didn't quite sit down, ripped her pants off, sat down, put a sweatshirt over her lap, put her jeans in a plastic bag, put her seatbelt on and just sat there. I looked at her quizzically. What she said next was pretty much the most amazing thing ever:
"So, sometimes when you're in a Port-a-Potty and standing up to button your jeans, some car or large in charge man or something runs into the back of the Port-a-Potty and the Port-a-Potty tilts forward and piss comes flying out of the urinal and you get piss on your pants. There is piss on my pants!"
Being the kind, supportive person that I am, I laughed for the entire 3.5 hours back to the Hell House. My ab muscles were sore the next day. I also made sure to ask everyone in the cars we inched out of the parking lot next to who had their windows open if they had any spare pants. "Because my friend? She has no pants."
moe.andDave was just as epic as I thought it would be.
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