Originally posted by Matt Peckham:
I went to a Buffett concert in 94 at a new amphitheatre in Northern Virginia... I had been drinking a bit, and the people I was with were starting to annoy me. So what does one do in this situation? STREAK! I ran across the lawn hopping over parrotheads and blankets, narrowly missing a couple ladies... ran all the way across the upper lawn, where it drops off sharply but good enough to stand and get my boxers back on... I thought I was safe, but I got nabbed by security, brought to the security booth, asked for my name, etc, etc... I had practiced this one... "Bill McCutchen, 1385 West Lee Highway, blah blah blah...." I was escorted out. I had to pee. I needed beer. I was rip roaring drunk at this point (the drinks finally kicked in). I got my clothes when I left, but for some reason, I didn't have my keys. They were back in there. I had to get back in. I made up a story that I got a page from my mom, and she never pages me, so I ran out to find the nearest phone, but couldn't hear, so I went to the one in the parking lot. They bought it, I got back in, found my keys, and told my "friends" that I was only let back in to get my keys. I moved to the other side of the lawn and mooched beer off of other people with my pinkslip of the "Official Incident Report" that stated I was caught streaking. I was a popular man that night.... My "friends" were pissed. I ended up going to an afterparty in McLean. Rather entertaining evening that started out with potential to be another lame outing.
I saw Buffett in 97 in Tampa.......Awesome concert, the only incident i had was getting caught smoking a jibber in the auditorium's bathroom....did not get kicked out, just fussed at
Previous Topic
Index
