Yeah I figured I'd have to wait. That sucks.
Alright.. My friend and I are standing off to the side waiting for the first band to go on when she says "what smells like burning paper?". I didn't know so I ignored it. The next thing I know I feel burning on my leg
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I pulled everything out of my pocket which include a slightly flaming ticket stub and gave it to my friend. I didn't know off hand where to find the restrooms so I ran up to the bar that was about five steps behind us, with my pocket still burning on the inside.
I ask for water and almost get it until the bar dude sees smoke from below and yells at me for smoking. I franticly tell him Im not smoking, Im on fire. So instead of water I get "We can't have this! I think you got to go" and he walks away.
So I go to find the restroom as I try to pat my little pocket fire out (to no avail). Now security confronts me (Thus stopping my search for water) and trys to get me to say I was smoking or something. I say again I just need water and they get real pissed off and tell me that if I "Can't be straight with them I will have to leave". After I show them my pocket one of them finally grabs a water bottle and dumps it in. And then they proceed to to kick me out for "Being on fire and being and asshole".
I then waited for two sets trying to get a hold of my friend because I gave her my phone from my then burning pocket. I figured out that when we went out to the patio to smoke there was no ash tray just a garbage can. So instead setting they can on fire I flipped the burning end off and tossed the butt. I guess the burning end went into my open pocket... My weekend has sucked over since.
Damn, thats a lot of typing for something that happened in about a minute... I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous but it is true.
