Never once have I been a very important person. I recall my mother saying I was once, but that memory remains foggy, so when Nik informed me that I was the PLUS ONE on his V.I.P. pass, it felt like I was called down on the Price is Right. I wanted to kiss someone.
From the back of the line, I was moved to the front of the line and given a wrist band so everyone could see my status as V.I.P. and as I crept ahead of people who had been waiting in line for at least an hour, it dawned on me that being a very important person came at a high price.
I was now a complete fucking dickhead.
Although my importance illuminated from my wrist, no one seemed to take notice. Beers were still full price. My hopes of free booze and maybe a Dickies cap did not appear within reach, and I started feeling this 'important' stuff was a wee bit overrated.
Booze was needed.
The bar keep approached us, and urged us to drink Oly, panicking, "This is the last keg of Oly!"
Shhhhh, those words could start a riot.
But who would riot? No one was there. Three times capacity had been warned and that proclamation manifested itself to be a straight up stretcher.
Who cares? Unnatural Helpers hit the stage and tore shit up! Obits followed, blasting through the first half of their set. These guys brought it. I had never seen them before but I will definitely go see their high energy show again and again. I'm fucking sold!
That's when I started having a problem with being a dickhead. In order to get some good footage, I needed to get along side the railing to avoid any obstructions, but a cadre of fellow dickheads lounged on the comfy seats, texting away on their phones. In order to get the necessary angle, we would need to up the ante in dickheadedness and stand directly in front of them, not that they would have noticed. Nothing could pull them away from their typing.
Random thought: Is looking bored a requirement when you're a V.I.P.?
I didn't have it in me. I didn't want to be a dickhead anymore, so we abandoned our V.I.P. post, aligning ourselves closer to the stage where we could feel Obits' energy.
Life got better.
Words, Video by Jerry Howard
Photo by Matt Koroulis
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