Friday, Marsha and I spent the whole afternoon waiting for the Daughtry concert to begin. We waited on a bridge for the gate to open and when it did we were about 10 feet from the stage, this proved to be the first bad idea I had that day. It was bloody HOT, and we were standing on asphalt, it takes a lot for me to sweat, and I was. We should have brought chairs or a blanket or a tarp to secure our place, but we didn't, another bad idea. We couldn't take it anymore so we moved to the shade of the big tree. We are standing right next to the sponsoring radio station's booth, when we hear they need the contest winners to line up for meet and greet. While we are discussing how lucky those folks are, this guy walks up and tells them; we drove all the way from Georgia to be here, can my wife go…and they let her. Now we are really disappointed, if I had known that was all it would take I would have told them I traveled from the 8th world wonder; the only hole above ground! I stood peeking through the fence wishing I was one of those people for the moment. Oh well, such is life. The rest of our group arrives and we make it our mission to get back to where we started. This proved to be a BIG challenge, it seems that all the sun those people endured all afternoon made them a little cranky (understatement). They were very territorial of their blankets and tarps and the ground they covered. Who can blame them, they sweat it out for 5 hours. We made it up pretty close though. Ten minute to show time with people starting to really crowd forward, I start to suffer from a panic attack, it was hot, no air, there are too many people, too close to me, I can't breath, I have to get out…and that's what I did. I delivered Marsha to my brother with instructions to stay, DO NOT follow me!