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camping out - Rush, Presto
Mar. 16th, 1990 10:00 amTickets for the Presto concert went on sale on March 17th. Phil and I had done some thinking on the best Ticketmaster outlet. We decided that Riverside Theater box office was good, since most people don't think of the box office for a different venue as a place to buy tickets. I think we made a good choice. We only had someteen people in front of us in line. We went down about nine o'clock the night before. It was still winter, though there was no snow left, so we had our winter coats and hats and sleeping bags. Phil and I stopped on the way down to pick up a CD for my new boom box. A friend, Pam, joined us down there. Karen came down to hang with us in the morning. I always enjoyed the camping thing, even though there were some boring times, and it was usually cold. We got to hang out with other Rush fanatics, and listen to Rush all night. At one camping experience, someone brought their Rush trivia game.
The concert is here.
Phil, on the left, and my stereo pointed at the sky, blaring Rush. The blurry guy is a guy we saw at a lot of campouts. He always bought as many tickets as he could, kept a pair for himself, and sold the rest at profit.
I don't know who this guy was, but I got a kick out of his leather jacket, yogi bear sleeping bag, and eating Chinese with chopsticks.
that's Pam on the left.
The concert is here.
Phil, on the left, and my stereo pointed at the sky, blaring Rush. The blurry guy is a guy we saw at a lot of campouts. He always bought as many tickets as he could, kept a pair for himself, and sold the rest at profit.
I don't know who this guy was, but I got a kick out of his leather jacket, yogi bear sleeping bag, and eating Chinese with chopsticks.
that's Pam on the left.
