Recently, when I was in Dallas for a conference, he text me to let me know they would be in Houston. I couldn't make it down due to the conference, but as luck would have it, they were in Dallas the following night! Unfortunately, I don't know anyone who lives in Dallas, but Lori, a teacher who was at the conference with me agreed to go:
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The seats were about 12 rows back, so we could see the concert perfectly. Because we were so close to the front, we had a parade of people trying to sneak up to get better seats giving the poor security guard a hard time when he turned them around sending them back to their own seats. They drunk concert-goers would try so hard to talk him into letting them pass, women by flirting, men by trying to fight. I was almost as entertained by these people as I was by the concert.
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We went back to watching the concert. Here is a view from our seats:
About 5 minutes later, the security guard walked over and asked us if we would like better seats! He moved us to the THIRD ROW!! Here I am with the nice guy:
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And a view from our new seats:
A little bit of kindness goes a long ways!
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And a view from our new seats:
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After the concert was over, we got to go backstage and hang out with the band. I was disappointed that Lori didn't get to meet Kid Rock, b/c he went back to his bus after the concert was over, but the rest of the band was so entertaining, we had a great time.
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