Well, last night was fun until it ended abruptly. We saw AC/DC at Dodger Stadium. Normally I don't go to concerts there as it's a pretty sucky venue, but we figured it might be the last chance to ever see them, so we splurged for seats up front. We were third row center from the stage and front row for the catwalk. Unfortunately, StubHub were complete bastards about how the tickets were to be delivered to us and we had to wait an hour while the will call tried to sort it out. Then there were lines to get in other lines to get in yet more lines, and then there were beer lines and ultimately, "beer return lines". Having an estimated 2:1 M/F ratio here was advantageous for that.
The concert was pretty awesome, and I definitely got a couple of master class guitar lessons in from Angus. My pick slides and reinforced flutters and bends will never be the same. I sang all of Bon Scott's songs at the top of my lungs. Apparently I can still nail Bon and could still gig some of those songs today. "Big Balls", anyone?
Getting out was even worse than getting in. We thought we could just sit in our seats to wait out the exodus, but we were quickly booted by security. We walked all around the place to the taxi area, but no cab would take us. Uber was way overloaded and traffic out was complete gridlock, so we walked all the way out into a really crappy neighborhood where traffic wasn't as bad. While we waited on the street for an Uber, we got to encounter some serious lowlife creeps. One extremely drunk guy came up and said some pretty lewd things to us before he decided that we could probably take him down pretty easily. I was literally a fraction of a second from knocking him out cold before he found the sense to get away from us. Then there were the catcalls from passing cars. I didn't realize how "fine" or effable I must actually be. (Seriously, how many guys in the history of mankind ever got laid after a crude catcall? What idiots...) Fortunately, our Uber showed up before we were assaulted or raped. The Uber driver was super cool and a total metalhead who sang in a death metal band. He was stoked that we liked the music he was blasting. Apparently most passengers he gets don't like metal. He'll be driving us to and from concerts in the future privately.
So yes, my ears are still ringing, but Angus can wreck my hearing any time he wants to.