Concert time in Fairbanks…

In which we enjoy Third Eye Blind in concert!

Stacy had a couple tickets to the 3EB concert yesterday and invited me to go along with her. No problem with that except I was her 2nd choice of escort. The venue was at a bar with a large chunk of land around it. They had a fenced off ‘dry’ area and a ‘wet’ area so kids could come to the concert.

As we left our car, there were two guys standing on either side of one of the parking lot entrance roads holding large signs. As I passed them I called out, “Hey, guys, what’s up with the signs”? They whipped them around and they were these large Jesus freak signs. So the guys yell at me to take a brochure, to which I replied, “I’m not into medieval myths guys, don’t you realize it’s the 21st century?”. That made them more aggressive and they keep yelling at me and trying to get me to take a damn brochure…which I repeatedly refused. There were around 10-12 of those guys running around bothering people. To bad they are so misguided.

As we entered, EVERYONE was frisked. Couldn’t sneak in a damn thing even if we’d wanted to.

Anyway, I got several phone pictures, it’s like you’re there yourself! Enjoy.

Here’s Stacy all settled in and looking cute:

This shot is of the ‘dry’ area. Just showing you how many people were there:

The stage is over there under that half-pipe:

That’s the name of the venue there on that building…thought I’d give them some exposure:

More of those people on the hill:

See that white building/truck over there, that’s where the beer is…I’m in line, each time we got a beer it took 30 minutes of standing in line:

See that blond? While I was glancing her way, this guy, looked military & 20-25, came up behind her and grabbed her butt. I figured it was a friend or something based on her reaction so no big deal…but then this other guy about the same age came by, spotted her, came up behind, and slid a plastic zip tie into her crotch then pulled it back. Now that was different. She spins around, sees who it is and they talk amicably awhile. I figured that she might be an exotic dancer with that sort of stuff going on with her. Not the kind of familiarity you normally see at a concert or anywhere in public for that matter. Not that I’m a prude or anything, it’s just that I spent so damn much time in line that I got bored so I noticed the goings on with her. She wasn’t bad to look at either:

Here’s a couple close shots of the band:

After the concert was over, Stacy and I went on down to the Big I and got soundly drunk…danced up a storm and staggered home around 3AM (I had sobered up and was doing quite well, so I drove).

The band at the Big I, they played every song Stacy and I requested: