Drunk morons make the front row no fun at times.
Couple years ago, my wife and I went to see Nugent - front row center. Had to wrestle with the row behind us to keep our chairs (my wife has knee problems and can't stand for extended periods). Then this drunk broad (sorry, but that's the only word that applies in a family forum) kept banging into me and I wouldn't move. Finally, she turned and yelled at me, "Excuse me, you're in my space." The glare I got when I pointed out that she was in front of MY seat was priceless. Nuge threw out a ton of picks through the night, and she was desperate to get one. I'd be proud to tell you I took the high road and gave her one of the five my wife and I got.
But I'd be lying. She didn't get anything from me but taunted as I told my wife in a loud voice, "I can't believe we got FIVE PICKS!!!!"
Cool pictures, Bill!