well i'm not going, i didn't get tickets . . . hell, i didn't even try. i wanted to go, but would i have a good time? its so far from my house and parking at merriweather when it's not a jam band and everybody's not off the hook drinking, smoking pot, titties hanging out, isn't that exciting. somehow . . . this show would feel to me, "like i'm babysitting, and not getting paid."