Really boring music.

Then, while the band played “The Jack,” they turned the camera that feeds the big screen onto the crowd and invited all the classy ladies to lift their shirts and display their goods to the crowd. There were few takers…except for, you guessed it, the woman sitting behind me. She tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around, she showed me her goods, and I turned right back around.

After the show, we are walking back to our cars and see the tour buses parked behind the arena. The gate to them is open, so we slide inside. End up next to some older groupie looking woman, one who look like she inspired “The Jack.” She proceeds to tell us she gives “massages” to all the band members but Brian. But Malcolm was her man. She had been following the band around this tour, sleeping in the 18 wheelers with the band equipment. She literally slept with Angus last night. The giant 20 foot tall statue of Angus. She did tell us to stick around cause the real Angus would come out. He did, and signed autographs. He’s very short. Angus did not bring the groupie back to the bus. She would have to wait for Malcolm, we did not.