6. No, we’re not “waiting for tickets.”
Nearly every person who passes the line outside a venue while you’re waiting to get into the show will pose the same question. “Are you waiting to buy tickets?” They can’t grasp the fact that you A) bought your tickets the millisecond they went onsale and B) are camped on a grimey sidewalk for the sole purpose of guaranteeing your spot in the front row.
7. Conversations will always turn to other line-waits.
Basically the music fan’s version of a fisherman’s tale, the line-wait stories are always a tad hyperbolic, told with grand gestures and pantomime and are destined to happen every time you come into contact with a group of people who have shared similar experiences.
8. Rain, shine or subzero temperatures
Weather-schmeather. Be it 107 degrees or 0, we’re going to plant ourselves in line for our favorite bands. The sane, logical person would see extremes as a hazard to their well-being and eventual enjoyment of the show. Others might encounter rain and decide they’ll avoid leaving their houses at all costs until it’s time for the headliner to take the stage. Nope. Not us. Goodbye, logic; hello, frostbite!
9. Lingering sidewalk smell
You know that smell of city dust and asphalt that you occasionally catch a whiff of sometimes? That’s what we smell like. Sitting on the ground in an urban area all day puts us right at street-sweeper level and lets our clothes (and skin) pick up all debris. Mmm, crunchy!
10. Strategic car and bathroom trips
Down to the minute before doors open, you plot when you’re going to put your stuff away (those bags of excess snacks [see No. 4], blankets to sit on, card games, etc.) and when your final bathroom battle [No. 3] will be. It’s crucial that in the final hour before doors open, you don’t. move. at all. It’s also crucial that you make a friend in line or bring a friend with you and that at least one of you is there at all times to vouch for the other and keep your spot.
11. Barricade Bliss
The moment you get inside and you plaster yourself to that metal rail in front of the stage, none of the frustrating parts of the line-wait matter. It’s a most satisfying victory, and high-five, because you–you lovely, soot-covered, ragged-looking, day-worn thing–earned it. ALT