Are you fucking kidding me?
You trek down to the middle of nowhere to this hokey poorly converted-dance-club where you have to line up in order to get inside.... then you have to wade through crowds for drinks... or to get even remotely close to the stage...
And then everybody waves their hands in the air and waves them like they just don't care.
Well, I don't care either. I don't care that some of my favorite musical acts are on stage. I don't care that I can't see a bloody thing. I don't care that I'm ten miles from home. And I absolutely do not care to wait in line for an hour for a taxicab.
i just leave.