This past weekend was a busy one around Las Cruces and El Paso. Friday night, Look Who’s Dancing was at the Pan Am Center. On Saturday, One Night of Queen was there. Also on Saturday, you had a choice between George Lopez or Slipknot in El Paso. Technically, if you waited till Saturday to get your tickets, you woulda been outta luck on either one of those shows… they both sold out. Me and Lyndsey headed out to the Slipknot show, and Money and his girl Tara drove out as well.
The day started off OK. Woke up, grabbed lunch, stressed about work, and then drove out to the show. Little did we know that once we got there, we’d end up having to park on the other side of El Paso!
OK, so I’m exaggerating a bit. We only had to park about 3 blocks away from the venue. It’s still a long way to walk when you don’t even like walking down the hall, ok? And it was cold, too. Pablo ended up in the same boat, different parking lot.
So we head on in, not expecting to be packed in like sardines. And rubbing up against sweaty guys who just got out of the mosh pit is not my idea of a good time. Anyway, we find a safe place to hang out with some other Bravo Mic peeps and get ready for the show to begin.
Due to the fact that we couldn’t find parking and we’re delayed in getting into the venue, we missed Trivium but we got to see some of Coheed and Cambria, and got to see all of Slipknot (check out my pics here). And I gotta say, Slipknot put on one heck of a show. Kinda loud, but I think it’s simply because I’m turning into an old fart. Haha
So we’re all pumped up after the show, but ready to head back to Cruces. Pablo heads out first while Lyndsey and I hang out for a bit. And this is where it all goes downhill…
My cellular telephone rings… it’s Pablo. Bad news… his car got towed.
Now I’m worried and hoping that my car is still parked where I left it. So me and LG head out to the car and find out it’s right where we left it.Whew. In the car and off we are to pick up Pablo and Tara so that we can make our way to the tow place.
Easier said than done.
We stop and pick up Pablo and Tara, then embark on our journey only to discover that the directions that we received from the tow place are completely wrong. Make a left here, turn right there, stop and stick your finger... um, you get the idea. Even the GPS on Lyndsey's phone was freakin' confused! After driving around in circles for about an hour, we thought we were on the right track... and so was the longest train ever. We waited for this super train to pass only to find oud that it wasn't going to. The dang thing stopped. Right in front of us. Right when we we're hot on the trail of finding this god forsaken tow place.
OK, not a big deal but it was at the time. What else could go wrong, right?
We back up and head back in the direction that we've already gone KNOWING that we were prolly feet from the impound lot before the train decided to stop for a potty break.
Stupid train --> 
<-- Stupid train.
<-- Stupid train. To make a long story short (too late for that, I guess), we found our destination shortly thereafter. Pablo and Tara get their car and me and Lyndsey head off to find some Taco Cabana (after a much needed bathroom break).
Yeah... this is how us radio people spend our Saturday nights. Exciting, huh?
Oh, and to top it off... come to find out, someone hit my car in the parking lot at the show and cracked my tailight.
<-- (heart)broken tailight Fun stuff, huh?
