Pudgygiant
Senior member
So I was going to the Drive-Thru Invasion concert in atlanta. I live in Charleston, a good 5 hours away if traffic is good. Sounds simple. I'm all for keeping it KISS, but we couldn't, we had to make a 2-hour detour to Greenville, SC, to pick up one of my friends. Hey, anyone ever tried fitting 5 people into an mx-6? 4 is cramped as hell. 5 is like a damn clown car. So we end up getting my friend's mom to lend us her '93 Camry. It can fit 5, not very comfortably though. So we get in atlanta, totally forgetting about the Georgia Tech / Clemson game... get off at the exit, and... stop. WTF. The car breaks down. We push it a couple blocks (luckily we found some boy scouts, those lil' helpful bastards are everywhere). But no one knows where the club is. We finally find out, about 45 minutes before the show, that it's around 4 miles away. But we have to wait for the tow truck, which finally gets there and all loaded at about t - 20 minutes. 4 miles in 20 minutes isn't do-able. But we start hauling ass anyway. 5 blocks down (still 3 miles or so away) we run into a MARTA bus that the driver says will be going past the club. So we get tickets and get off at the club, not realizing we have nowhere to stay. I finally remember after the opening band, and with 4 acts left, we try to find someone that lives in Atlanta that can house us for the night. We can't find anything, so before the last act we get desperate and start calling our parents seeing if anyone we know lives there. I finally get in contact with a friend of my dad's that says we can stay the night. So at 11:30 we have to find a way to get there. He tells us to take the last train out to the 'burbs and he'll pick us up. Wait, sh*t, we're 2 miles away from the station with only twenty minutes till the last train! We haul ass like it's never been hauled before and get there with about 30 seconds to spare, get on, and get out to his stop, and he picks us up. It's pretty good overnight, then today (sunday) morning. The dude's mom that's car broke down rented a car and came to pick us up. We get directions from my dad's friend to where the car was towed, and after thanking him for everything, set off to the car to get our posessions. Then we get stuck in falcon traffic for a damn hour, and FINALLY get to the car. Someone f*cking busted the window and took ALL our sh*t except one shirt and a couple well-hidden cd's. GRRRR. I hate the world sometimes. The worst goddamn part about it though is that our tight-knit group of friends came out of it damn near clawing at each other.
The concert was good, and I got quite a few autographs, but it wasn't worth all that trouble. I've seen better.
The concert was good, and I got quite a few autographs, but it wasn't worth all that trouble. I've seen better.
