Saw two shows, spent WAY more money than I should have, drove agonizingly far... Got pushed, shoved, and blasted left and right in the 1st & 2nd rows, lost my voice for several days following each event, and wouldn't trade a second of it for anything you could ever offer me.
Got to watch some soundcheckin', won an autographed poster in the drawing @ the party, and got to talk with all four members of the band at one point or another. Plus saw the greatest rock and roll band in the world for a total of 4 1/2 hours from a distance of 15 feet or so. More specifically... I watch the MAN work the machine that he has mastered.
This past summer was a time for me that I never EVER thought would come CLOSE to happening. Both times, I've been so overrun by adrenaline, the memory is even rather surreal to me. It's a picture I've painted in my head and in my dreams for so many years, that now, when I look back on it, it seems like a dream. If I hadn't snapped 25 shots with a disposable for proof, I'm not sure I would believe myself!
My rating... two hands, and two