April 15, 2011. A day that will forever be burned in my memory. A free Dokken concert at an open air park in San Antonio, what could be better.
https://www.last.fm/festival/1897594+Siesta+FestWell, I guess to discourage attendance, they decided to throw up gates and charge $5 to get in. Okay, whatever. Now we're all pissed off because this was free dammit.
The opening act basically went through every Guns N Roses song twice because Dokken is over 2 hours late to the stage.
Crowd is getting rowdier and rowdier, it's so packed you can barely move.
My wife and I decide to take a breather after 3 hours on our feet, and go sit down on some steps on the side of a building.
Yeah, turns out there were inadequate portapots. Whole line up of dudes pissing on the side of the building under bright lighting. Then one of them can't take it anymore, drops his pants, and takes a huge ---steaming pile of meadow muffin--- in front of all of us.
"Let's go."
Walk to our car, there's two women in front of it with their pants around their ankles, holding onto my hood, and pissing on the ground.
Around this time Dokken finally hits the stage and they sounded okay as I got into the car and drove home.