I recently went with a few friends to see the Allman Brothers in Northern Va. It was a 5 hour trip. Here is what I remember from the entire ordeal.
Hey man! You guys want to go see the Allman Brothers?
Approximately 7 hours later I remember searching the parking lot in the Nissan Pavillon for the car. Approximately 2 hours after that I remember waking up in the backseat going
"Holy shit I hope Im not driving!"
Then whew, Im not. Back to sleep.
Thats it. I dont remember the concert. I dont remember seeing the damn band. I dont remember one single song.
Yet I had a great fucking time!
I wonder how I know I did?