The_Sweetest_Thing
MacPhisto's serving wench
Damn--in such a rush to type this I spelled Girls wrong in the subject line--stupid, stupid me--
Right-o. A few people have asked me how I managed to make it into the heart at the Hamilton show...*sigh* I must admit. I'm a line-cutter, a sneak. I'm the kind of person you GA people hate. Here's the scoop.
So I MEANT to get to the GA line at 6am. Unfortunately, I overslept (had a chem midterm the night before...). Anyway, managed to get there for 10:30am-11 with my friend, Simi. We ended up being about number 400 in line. So we spent the day trying to convince ourselves that the heart was nothing special--that we weren't missing out on much.
Anyway, we met some people in line--notibly, two guys--Simon and Mike. Around 4:00 one of them came up with a plan--jokingly at first, to sneak into the heart.
Mike went out and bought a black marker--to number our hands (you see, the first 300 ppl in line had gotten numbered). So, we numbered ourselves 119, 120, 122, and 123, respectively.
This is where the fun comes in...as the line moved forward to get inside, we snuck in a small gap in the barricade and started pushing past people to get ahead. When they questioned us, we showed them our hands (numbers) nad told them that we had gone out for dinner and had missed the line going through. We claimed that our friends were up ahead and that we had just been trying to reach our places in line (NOTE: Thank-you to all the people who believed us and let us go!).
We eventually stopped around number 240...right near a security guide who was checking tickets. Unfortunately, this really b*tchy woman in front of us turned to the guard and said, "These four ppl snuck into line. They aren't supposed to be here. Don't believe them." At this point, I was shitting bricks (NOTE: Each person--numbers 1-300--had gotten a piece of paper with a number to correspond with the one on their hand. We didn't know this; we didn't have one. It looked a little sketchy).
Anyway, the guard turned to us...thank god he didn't look at me. I swear, I would have broken down in tears..."I'm sorry! We were just trying to get ahead! I just wanted...the heart...U2, I'm soooorrryyy!!" Luckily for us, he turned to Simon, who calmly explained to the guard that we had gone out for dinner and had just gotten back. We showed him our tickets and numbers and...he let us in!!
We got frisked and ran (well, walked quickly) into the heart. The four of us got into the heart, hugged, and just jumped around in a little circle, laughing and giggling for about 5 minutes. Then, someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was the guy who had been standing behind us originally in line (around #400)...turns out we would have made it into the heart anyway! You see, so many people had ran to the OUTSIDE tip of the heart that all the people we had been standing with originally had gotten into the heart! AGGHH! (Although I was happy for them...) Ah well, the fact that we had snuck in made the victory/concert even sweeter.
We ended up on the rail on Edge's side...close to the halfway point...still close enough to the front of the stage (right near Skeek!). We had an awesome time. The heart was big enough for us to move around in...I ended up 2nd row, just in front of Adam (who, btw, is soooo cool). It was the night of my life. I'll never forget it...
Anyway, now that you all hate me...please don't be angry. I would have gotten in anyway (I believe like, the 425th person had gotten in or something to that effect). Just, maybe, try to see it through my eyes...the eyes of a 19 year old girl, a completely obsessed fan who finally realized her dream.
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*It's not why you're running
It's where you're going
It's not what you're dreaming
But what you're gonna do
It's not where you're born
It's where you belong
It's not how weak
But what will make you strong*
[This message has been edited by The_Sweetest_Thing (edited 10-15-2001).]
Right-o. A few people have asked me how I managed to make it into the heart at the Hamilton show...*sigh* I must admit. I'm a line-cutter, a sneak. I'm the kind of person you GA people hate. Here's the scoop.
So I MEANT to get to the GA line at 6am. Unfortunately, I overslept (had a chem midterm the night before...). Anyway, managed to get there for 10:30am-11 with my friend, Simi. We ended up being about number 400 in line. So we spent the day trying to convince ourselves that the heart was nothing special--that we weren't missing out on much.
Anyway, we met some people in line--notibly, two guys--Simon and Mike. Around 4:00 one of them came up with a plan--jokingly at first, to sneak into the heart.
Mike went out and bought a black marker--to number our hands (you see, the first 300 ppl in line had gotten numbered). So, we numbered ourselves 119, 120, 122, and 123, respectively.
This is where the fun comes in...as the line moved forward to get inside, we snuck in a small gap in the barricade and started pushing past people to get ahead. When they questioned us, we showed them our hands (numbers) nad told them that we had gone out for dinner and had missed the line going through. We claimed that our friends were up ahead and that we had just been trying to reach our places in line (NOTE: Thank-you to all the people who believed us and let us go!).
We eventually stopped around number 240...right near a security guide who was checking tickets. Unfortunately, this really b*tchy woman in front of us turned to the guard and said, "These four ppl snuck into line. They aren't supposed to be here. Don't believe them." At this point, I was shitting bricks (NOTE: Each person--numbers 1-300--had gotten a piece of paper with a number to correspond with the one on their hand. We didn't know this; we didn't have one. It looked a little sketchy).
Anyway, the guard turned to us...thank god he didn't look at me. I swear, I would have broken down in tears..."I'm sorry! We were just trying to get ahead! I just wanted...the heart...U2, I'm soooorrryyy!!" Luckily for us, he turned to Simon, who calmly explained to the guard that we had gone out for dinner and had just gotten back. We showed him our tickets and numbers and...he let us in!!
We got frisked and ran (well, walked quickly) into the heart. The four of us got into the heart, hugged, and just jumped around in a little circle, laughing and giggling for about 5 minutes. Then, someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was the guy who had been standing behind us originally in line (around #400)...turns out we would have made it into the heart anyway! You see, so many people had ran to the OUTSIDE tip of the heart that all the people we had been standing with originally had gotten into the heart! AGGHH! (Although I was happy for them...) Ah well, the fact that we had snuck in made the victory/concert even sweeter.
We ended up on the rail on Edge's side...close to the halfway point...still close enough to the front of the stage (right near Skeek!). We had an awesome time. The heart was big enough for us to move around in...I ended up 2nd row, just in front of Adam (who, btw, is soooo cool). It was the night of my life. I'll never forget it...
Anyway, now that you all hate me...please don't be angry. I would have gotten in anyway (I believe like, the 425th person had gotten in or something to that effect). Just, maybe, try to see it through my eyes...the eyes of a 19 year old girl, a completely obsessed fan who finally realized her dream.
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*It's not why you're running
It's where you're going
It's not what you're dreaming
But what you're gonna do
It's not where you're born
It's where you belong
It's not how weak
But what will make you strong*
[This message has been edited by The_Sweetest_Thing (edited 10-15-2001).]