Alright, so the show was great and everything. Good openers (New Pornographers and Tegan & Sara), big crowd, a moving, seven minute long version of “I Need You So Much Closer” with the LA Philharmonic backing the band and a surprise fireworks display synced up with the melody of the song and yadda, yadda, yadda. But can we talk about my parking spot for a moment? Holy shit:
I’m not even joking. That’s me. That’s me Honda. At the front. Nosing the single exit of the 10,000 capacity stacked parking cluster-fuck that is Lot C. Don’t mind if I stop and grab a bacon wrapped hot dog or two on the way out, right? I mean I’ll probably be sitting in my car for 45 minutes until everyone around me maneuvers their vehicles towards the front, right? Wrong, bitches! And the best part? There was no traffic after we drove off, because we were leading it. I tell you, this felt as good as getting over the common cold…the common cold that is driving in Los Angeles I guess. From now on, fuck getting to the bowl on time for the music. I’m going to get there on time for the parking, which is for some reason (word to the wise) about twenty-four minutes after the first act goes on at a sold out show. You’re welcome.
-Maxwell
