It was an ok time... besides having three beers dumped on me, getting shoved a couple of times, having a drunk guy grab my girlfriend to keep from falling over, having the same drunk guy's wife rub her ass all over the back of my head because her and her husband are trying to dance between the seat rows, having idiots who only wear cowboy hats to country concerts sitting right in front of us, deterring a drunk from assaulting one of the female ushers because she wouldn't let him go down to the front (he didn't have a ticket), having three drunk very hot blondes showing each other their tattoo's near me (ok, that part wasn't bad), being cut off in the t-shirt line by some jackass with a VIP ticket (who I told off), etc...
It pretty much just reinforced my hatred of people in general... hehe