Okay, I counted 3 pairs of panties that found the hole in the security curtain and made it up onstage. Some idiot hit a big beach ball up onto the stage and knocked over Brett's mic stand.... etc... etc..... One guy who thought he was God's gift to women was there with his entourage and was making a complete ass of himself to the point that security threatened to throw him out of the pit if he didn't stop picking up the girls. he kept them amply supplied with beer and all of them kept him amply supplied with fake boobs pressed against him at all times. I had another idiot on my right who kept shoving me so that his girlfriend could get in front of me. I had an identical conversation with him as I did with one rather nasty older lady who kept complaining every time I raised my hand that I was "blocking her view." I told them both that if they wanted better spots in the pit they should've gotten there ahead of me. They didn't. They suffered. I told arm lady not to bother with the pit next time. Clearly it's not the experience she was looking for. I have temporary hearing loss in my right ear at the moment because of another bimbette who kept screaming in my ear. Somehow, I don't know how, she made it to the rail and Stapp's hand brushed her finger. She starts screaming all the louder and made sure the whole pit knew she had just...well....become rather happy. She then told everyone around her that as soon as she had 5 minutes alone she and Stappy were going to have a good time together. Lovely.

Okay, 2 cool stories. I got to be a hero twice last night. First, I was up on the rail and there was this girl behind me who really wanted to get close to Stapp. There was no way she was going to get close enough standing behind me, so after I got my "Rock on" I decided that I didn't need a handshake or a hi-five to be satisfied so I switched places with her. Stapp never made any physical contact with her but he made eye contact with her several times. After the show, she caught a guitar pick and got handshakes from Tremonti and.... it was either Flip or Hestla. The more I think about it I believe it was Brett Hestla, not Flip. Those were MY handshakes! That was my pick! Oh well.... I made a nice girl very happy.

There was also this idiot who was holding up this sign that said "Drum Stick" during Cantrell's set. I have more respect for Jerry Cantrell after this.... Jerry grabs a drum stick and has security HAND it to the guy. You'd think that was enough, right? At the end of Creed's set, flip throws out some sticks and this girl next to me catches it, but Captain Signage grabbed an end of it and wouldn't let go. Talk about chivalry being dead! I decided to step in and without going into graphic detail I explained to him that if he didn't release his grip on the drumstick I'd grip something of his - TIGHTLY - until he let go. I had several other large guys around me all trying to get him to yield, too. Did I mention that Romeo was about 5 feet tall with lifts in his shoes? What a weasel. He finally let go and asked if I would like to step outside. One of the big guys behind me says, "Sure, dude. Hey! Why don't we ALL go outside?" He made a B-line for an exit and the rest of us went the opposite way. End of conflict. In total, I got 2 pretty girls to hug me - Rail Girl and Drumstick Girl. Drumstick girl's friend gave us all side-hugs and thanked us for helping.