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Boy do i have a tale for you!
My girlfriend Diane and I go to every Hanson concert we can. We live on Long Island and until i got my license only caught Hanson at Nassau Collosium. Now we can DRIVE! So NYC and Jersey are within our reach. The last time Hanson played here we ran to Ticketron and bought all the tickets we could. With the limited funds we had saved from part-time jobs every concert date was out of the question! Compromise was the order of the day.
Now if you ever watched two girls discuss what shade of lipstick to buy at a sales counter then you can imagine the argument we had over what concert dates to forget! While the girl behind the counter fidgeted, the people in line were fuming! Finally,since we knew the layout of the Collosium and where all the scalpers hung out, we bought tickets to every concerts except there. We could always buy from scalpers the night of the show.
Hanson put on a cool show. We both loved driving to New Jersey and catching them at Meadowlands. The Garden was a blast too except for trying to find parking. Living all my life on Long Island, going into the city to catch a concert was a really big deal. I never saw Hanson in such a large place! The yelling and cheering alone left my ears ringing.
Now heres where the story begins! The last rung of Hansons tour was at the Collosium and we had saved and begged all the money we could. Armed with over $250 in cash we jumped into my trusty steed and started driving. My steed being a 1990 Camero, Not to bad for a first car, but a teeny bit to old for my liking. Everything was going well until we started cruising down Southern State Parkway. While talking up a storm with diane about the Hanson's something starting making enough noise to wake the dead! The noise was bad, real bad, especially since it was coming from my car!
I managed to pull to the side of the road and inspected the car. Now neither diane or I are very mechanical. Except for putting gas and motor oil in the car we dont know a thing about them. Thats why daddy got me a AAA card. The problem was not mechanical though, it was structural. It seems the muffler had taken that moment to fall off.
As we contemplated our dilema the time tick tocked away. Standing by the side of the road,on the verge of crying, this guy stopped to help us. Probably due to our tight leather pants we wear to all Hansons concerts. Hey what can i say, We like Tay. Well all i can say is THANK YOU TAY, because this guy was great! He got under my car and said it didn't look that bad. Looking down at him laying under my car he didn't look that bad either. Needless to say,after he had strapped the muffler in place so it wouldnt fall i gave him a big kiss!
The mishap set us back a good two hour and as we rolled into the parking lot of the collosium we new it was all over. The tailgate parties had already begun and that meant the ticket scalpers were gone!
We probably would have just turned around and gone home, but we wanted someone to check the muffler before we drove anymore. It was already dark and i didn't want to get stranded on the parkway. Some of the partiers didn't look like Hanson fans. I think some people just go to concerts to tailgate no matter who's playing. So we cruised the parking lot till We found a group that looked ok and asked them for help. They were some of the nicest people we ever met. One couple was having a cookout while there kids were inside. Another had kids 9 and 12 and they couldnt get 3 tickets for the them and one parent to go as a shapparone. So they joined the party. It was pretty neat and the first tailgate party i ever went to. Hot dogs taste excellent when you know that Hanson is playing no more than 500 feet from you! It dosn't really matter that you cant see them.
Nichole |
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