However, there was one big problem with the show:
The people in front of us.
For two hours, leopard_print and I were treated to the antics of a bunch of Buckhead brats who were more interested in holding prolonged shrill conversations, playing with their cell phones, constantly getting up for the all-important more alcohol, and generally being asshats. Exhibit A in why if you're going to turn into an asshole if you get drunk, then you shouldn't drink. And anyway, I don't really have room to pass judgment on others' drinking, but dude, I don't get it. Those were good seats that somebody paid a lot of money for -- wouldn't you like to be sober enough to actually enjoy the concert? It's not Woodstock, dude.
That's the closest I've ever come to dumping a drink on someone. I did exchange words with one at some point; luckily leopard_print got me the hell out of there at the end of the concert before I could get myself in any trouble.
You know, they were pretty girls, obviously well-off -- dude, isn't it enough that you're pretty and rich? Do you have to be an asshole too, just because you can get away with it? I really wish I could see some concrete proof of karma when it comes to people like this.
To those people, all I really have to say is: Wow, you did what I thought was impossible: You made Britney Spears look classy in comparison.