Rush

Early in the afternoon on October 7, 1992, a bunch of us piled into various vehicles and screamed east on I-20. We stopped briefly in Vicksburg to grab my husband from work, then accelerated as fast as we dared. We had to get to Birmingham, Alabama, by 6:30. There may have been warm beer involved

We pull in to Legion Field, pay way too much for parking, and tumble out, slightly inebriated and shaking with excitement. The concert promoter we worked with on the Union Board at NLU had managed to get 10 tickets for the U2 show for us. Most of us had never seen them live (One person had a near encounter with the band in Baton Rouge five years before. We all resented  him to a degree.) We enter the stadium and it is throbbing with the anticipation of 71,000+ people. It was the largest event I had ever attended - it was overwhelming. 

Brian looks at me, I look at him, and we both smile and race to the entrance. We knew our seats were on the floor and weren't surprised when the usher waved us on. We get to the next section - and they wave us on.  Then, they wave us on again. And again. Where were we going? Another usher waves us through. Holy Crap. We're in the first section. We weave our way through the crowd and eventually - find our seats. 8th row. Sweet merciful father - we are mere feet from the stage. 

The opening acts were still playing - which is what Brian and I were so excited about. It wasn't the Clash, but it was as close as we were ever going to get to seeing them. Big Audio Dynamite. 

Damn.  That was a show. U2 wasn't bad either. ;)