At Metlife. What a day. The lines for GA lottery wristbands were forming very early, only a limited supply, but parking lots were not opening until much later, people were walking from hotels and all over. Following advice, first day I told the guard I was going to the Racetrack and walked. 2d day told him that and he looked at me: "the Racetrack is closed." So I turned around, somehow wound up back on the highway, sweating, got back into complex, where to park? Finally saw some cars parked along an access road, no signs, would I get towed? Took the chance. Luckily I thought to have a tiny folding chair, water and sandwhich with me. Walked and got in line. Hours of waiting in the sun, chair came in handy. Got the wristband. Think we were allowed to leave, moved my car back in after the lots opened. Lined up again at 5, back into the maze. Lottery-I hit, #4. People just ahead of me were cool, said no matter what would let me in the front of ramp with them. At some point the thunder and lightening started, don't remember when, guess was around 6 or so, all the low numbers were waiting inside for hours. We were really sweating it out. What if the show were cancelled. Probably no way we would retain our numbers, would be a whole new lottery. Talking with Complex people, they said it was their call for safety, not Bruce's. I heard a lot later of people wth high or no numbers infiltrating into the lines, but ours was very secure. Tom was really good, when we were finally allowed on the field he walked backwards watching us making sure no one changed position. Got to the ramp, show started, I guess after midnight which is why it's sometimes thought of as a 9/23 show. Funny to see there that Bruce has the lyrics to Workin' on the Highway embossed on a metal plate at the head of the ramp. My one picture I think is of him playing that, my phone was just about dead. So everything worked out, if I had not spent so much time getting lost and parking would not have gotten that number. He passed that yellow birthday cake right over my head, no forks, I'm not going to eat it like a dog, sticky mess.
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