Most good AT's are built on a foundation of alcohol, and this story is no exception. I like to emphasize how much I had to drink before I even made it to the concert: "Due to some pre-partying in honor of my first outdoor concert of the summer, I only caught the last song of Hot Hot Heat's set. If they played anything like the last 45 seconds I witnessed, though, I'm sure it was something to see." (FYI- "Some pre-partying" varies anywhere from three gin and tonics and four beers, to a fifth of vodka and shots of Everclear, depending on what kind of effect you're going for.)

I stress the blurry vision (and lack of moral responsibility- there's some foreshadowing here) by adding "From what I could tell, seeing things wouldn't have been a problem at the Party. Props to whoever placed all the vendors tents around the edge of the field so that anywhere you stood was a clear line of sight to the stage." Sometimes I'll throw in the randomness of the crowd - "Imagine John Mayer, Marilyn Manson, some woman with '80s bangs and 'Mom' jeans, and Carson Daly in line for the bathroom and you've got all major groups represented" - to paint a better picture.

This is where you have to work to keep your audience. My concert companion had spent the majority of the show in the VIP tent, rubbing shoulders with anyone with shoulders and trying to get a job. So I'm rocking out to Queens of the Stone Age, who are excellent and more 'raw sounding' live, when suddenly this random girl grabs my arm and asks me to go with her to the bathroom. Sisters in the bond of alcohol, we weave through tents and fences. I think she flashed a pass to a security guard but it could have been her boobs. Next thing I know, we're backstage. It's more believable if you make her a band member's girlfriend, so that's what I'm doing. After pointing out whom she's dating onstage, she runs to pee and I'm alone. Feel free to fill in whatever antics you want here, because I don't remember anything.

"You think I forgot the coolest part of my night, but you're wrong!" I like to tease. Because the next thing I do remember is getting hit by a handful of Chicken McNuggets, apparently in a food fight with one of the featured bands in the lobby of the newly renovated rock 'n' roll McDonald's downtown. Again, get creative with the details because there's not much else, until we get kicked out and the band, my bathroom buddy, and I are sitting on the curb in the parking lot. No one recognizes them as they blast each other with four-letter words, I am so embarrassed that I'm suddenly sober, and I call a friend to come pick me up.

I woke up the next morning with ridiculous amounts of French fries in my purse and hoodie. You can tell people you have ketchup stains on your jacket to prove the whole thing happened. To add credibility, give the concert scene and setup an 8 for being exactly what it should be - people in a field kicking off summer - or knock it down a point for audio and technical problems and the insane line to get in. Above all, coolly shrug off any skeptics, for that's the best part of the AT: only you and I know how much of it is true.

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