Dane Cook rocks...and only one (albeit hot) follower sucks

OK..so it's been a while since I have updated this thing. Mostly because of the fact that I have been rather discouraged that I haven't been able to get more than one follower, but also because I have actually gotten a life...well for the last week or so. For those of you who know, (and don't you just love how I say it that way, even though you are the only follower..for now...who knows, maybe there will be more and they will go back and read everything) anyway...maybe you noticed on my Facebook status that I actually did something fun this past weekend.

For anyone who hasn't been...if you have the chance, go see Dane Cook live in concert. An friend that I have known since we were both 10 and playing baseball back in the day (which was a Wednesday by the way) and I had been planning to go see Dane in concert for 3 months. I have actually wanted to see him for about 6 years, but he finally was playing a venue that was relatively close to where I live. So we started the planning back in August.

The concert/show was in Raleigh, NC (or Rawwlla, Nouf Clina as they say there), which is about 4 1/2 hours from where I live in Tennessee. But this wasn't going to be a problem since my friend lives in Fayetteville. This was an adventure to say the least. Originally, I had planned to drive to Fayetteville and stay Saturday night at his house. About 3 days before the show, I was informed that he and his new girl/FWB were going to drive down and stay with her brother who lives in Raleigh, on Saturday. Not a problem. I will get a hotel, or just drive down on Sunday since the show wasn't until 8. After some discussion of those 2 scenarios (and yes that's pronounced the correct way, not like a douche -- only funny if you like and know Dane's comedy) it was decided that I would be able to stay at the brother's house, which I later found out was just a 2 BR apartment. Oh yeah, I also forgot to tell you that another friend of mine lives about 30 minutes from Raleigh, and is a huuuuuuuge Dane fan as well so of course when the planning started, I had to invite him which he gladly accepted.

So to recap so far...the plans were for me to drive over on Saturday afternoon, get there about dinner time and I was going to have dinner with my friend that lives 30 minutes away and his family, and then meet up with my friend since 10 years old and stay with his FWB's apartment. So now that we are on the same page, I can continue the story.

After dinner, I call my one friend and ask him how to get to said apartment, he can't help me...he isn't from there. Luckily, I had a GPS so I put in the address and drive to find it. I pull up, it's a gated apartment, makes me feel good about leaving my vehicle there overnight. So I ask him "So where should I park?" The reply I got is...any open spot is fine. So I find an open spot, parked next to him and proceed to go in to the apartment and have some libations and good time. So it's about 2 in the morning, and I am tired as hell...so it's time to go to sleep. I look around, no open beds...no problem...there are 2 couches...but oh no...there are already 2 people sleeping on both of those couches...again, not a problem..I might be old, but I can handle one night on the floor...so now I am looking for a blanket and pillow...these are college kids that we are staying with. Do you remember when you were in college? Did you have extra pillows and blankets? Of course not, you might have had a sleeping back but these kids only had 4 towels between then so do you think they had extra pillows or blankets? Hell no..so in my innebriated state I was pissed off, but I didn't care I am gonna go see Dane, I will sleep on the floor. However, I would have asked my other friend to stay with him had I known all this beforehand. Or maybe I would hav prepared better and brought a blanket and pillow, which I have an abundance of at my house. Hell I even have a guest BED and an air mattress that I could have very easily brought with me.

Anyway...So 11 am rolls around and it's time to wake up. I am a little hungry, I didn't expect them to provide my food or drink or any of that. Everyone else is still passed out from the night before, which I smirked about a little bit being the oldest one of the bunch and the first one awake. So I roll outta there to head to my vehicle to go find a store and/or fast food joint to get something to eat. Now, I realize that I had a few drinks the night before, but there I was standing in the parking lot, trying to find my truck. I have one of those keyless entry systems so I start pressing the lock twice to hear the horn honk when it locks. I can't hear it, and again, I know I wasn't drunk when I pulled up to complex. I go back upstairs and ask my friend hey...come help me find my truck. I am hungry. We go out and search for it...come back up and say we are gonna have to call the cops because I think someone stole my truck. I then get a reply from one of the kids that lives there..."Oh did you park in a visitors' spot?" Umm fuck no I didn't dude, you told me to park wherever there was an open spot, so I did. Turns out, a tow company there runs a racket with the complex that if you aren't parked in a visitor spot or have a parking permit, you are going to be towed even though there were at a minimum 30 open spots in the lot.

So now I am ultra pissed off. What the hell am I going to do? how am I going to get my vehicle, and at the time even more important, how are we going to get to Dane Cook if the tickets are in my truck and the tow company office is closed on Sundays. So luckily, they were going to meet us down there, and for just a mere $100 I could get my truck out of impound. I don't know about you but I can't just afford $100. Was it too much for me to look at my friend who told me to park wherever and ask him to at least cover half?? Oh yeah..and for the record he didn't. I was ready to leave and just drive the hell back home right then.

So after calming down a little bit, I am stewing all afternoon. I start drinking their beer, by God if I wasn't going to be given part of the $100 then I was going to drink and eat my money's worth that's for damn sure. We watch football, have some food. Overall the day was starting to turn around.

The show starts at 8 and it's 630. I have been to enough concerts to know that you really want to get there at least an hour early just to allow for the traffic to get to your parking spot. Noone is ready to go. I am starting to get pissed again, but it's ok we are only about 5 minutes away from the arena. Finally at 7 we get on the road and head to the show. We get in at 7:30 and my friend who lives nearby and myself go to find our seats while the rest of the crew head off in separate directions to get a beer or pop or whatever. As my friend and I were standing there, the ushers approach us and ask if we want to move closer to the stage. Umm hell yeah we do. They have floor seats, unfortunately they only have 2 of them. Hmmm what a quandary...every fiber in my body wanted to say ya know what, screw you we are taking these seats. Maybe you should have helped me with the $100 tow bill huh? But no...I am mostly a good person so I said thanks, but unless we have 8 tickets in the same area that I won't be able to accept. We were able to still move up about 30 rows and down a level to just above floor level. These seats are still phenomenal and Dane Cook puts up a great show. If you ever have a chance to go...you should and take me with you!