Austin City Limits was fantastic, but there was this one point that wasn't as cool. That was when a drunk girl burned me with her lit cigarette.
Blanton and I camped out at one of the larger stages, the AMD stage, for a little over five hours. Stages alternate shows, and each stage features an artist who plays a one hour set, then there's a one hour break, then another one hour set. At AMD we saw the Avett Brothers, Phoenix, and John Legend. All were great, but I really wasn't expecting anything out of the Avett Brothers, and they made it rain. At least they brought the cloud cover, which was highly desirable in the Austin heat.
However, in the waiting hour between the Avett Brothers and Phoenix, standing with Blanton at the front of the crowd (that's what you wait five hours for - to be at the front), I felt something that, at the time, I thought to be a mega wasp sting on my elbow.
I once saw a movie on the SyFy channel called Mansquito. I believe what I felt must have been comparable to what Lt. Randall felt fighting that monster.
After crying aloud in pain, I turned and saw a drunk, heavy girl holding a beer and a cigarette in one hand. She apologized - a lot - but really, when was the last time you burned a stranger with a cigarette? That sort of thing doesn't happen. It's like accidentally dropping a baby, or unintentionally selling state secrets to a Soviet Bloc country. Her kind of negligence was what put Nero in power.
As consolation, she showed me a mark on her arm where she had put a cigarette out by snuffing on her skin. How does that make me feel better? All I know now is that not only are you drunk, but you've also shown yourself to be a consistent idiot. To try and make her feel stupid, I took my elbow and put it on her forearm, so that the burn marks touched, and said, "High Five." She didn't get it.
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