My date, Tanyo Nilon (again, changing the names poorly to protect the innocent), and myself were seated on our very narrow bench spaces at the edge of one of the balconies waiting for AC/DC to take the stage. The lights were up, last call for beer sales had come across the PA and the obligatory rock concert titty show was well under way when the guy sitting behind us emptied the contents of his stomach onto our backs.
Luckily, we had bought concert shirts on the way in so we had clean shirts on hand. Unfortunately, we each went to the restroom on the way in and changed into our brand new $30 concert shirts and that’s what we were wearing at the time.
I don’t remember there being any solid matter; it was mostly alcohol. It occurred to me that I could whip up on this guy but there is no self respect in beating up a drunk guy who has just spewed all over the place.
We changed back into the shirts we had came in, mopped up the mess in our immediate area with our new shirts and then got our asses kicked by AC/DC live.
I Remember This One Time... 