Why Dave Matthews Band fans suck at life

I was fortunate enough to fit a trip to Colorado in my unemployed life a couple of weekends ago. This included a Rockies game, a viewing of 'The Dark Knight', a night of binge drinking in Fort Collins, and a trip to the 2-day Mile High Music Festival, headlined by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers and Dave Matthews Band. I'm going to get right to the point. Everything leading up to Sunday night's DMB set went excellent, except for the fact while I was watching the Roots and Pinback I could see, up on the jumbotron, John Mayer singing like his usual feminine self with his shirt off. This prompted some boos from my friends and I but this was the only negative thing that happened in four days before DMB performed, so I can't complain too much especially since I expected this sort of behavior from that douche bag. After watching the acts I previously mentioned I promptly used the over-flowed, disgusting honeybuckets one more time and purchased a new $8 beer and began to head towards the main stage to join the rest of the group who I had originally set up camp with at about one o'clock that afternoon. After about 10 mins of walking and working my way through thousands of people I approach the 'row' where I needed to be. As I'm about five or six people away from our blanket I encounter the three meanest women at the whole festival. The first one in my way is blond and probably weighs just over a hundred pounds. She puts her arms on the chair in front of her creating a roadblock and tells me to go around, she can't let anyone through. I said, "you don't understand, my buddies are on the blanket right over there." I even pointed them out to her. She responds with, "Sorry, it's not my problem." This began to irritate me and I said, "really?" She comes back, "really what?" I, happy that she fell for my trap, said, "really, you're this big of a bitch right now? My friends are right there and you're not going to let me through?" Once again, "not my problem. let it go and go around." Needless to say I was beginning to get pretty upset. This also prompted her other skinny, helpless, and no less bitchy friend to come over and get in my face and justify them not letting people through because they had been waiting 'all day' for Dave Matthews. Whoop dee fuckin do. I told her "Good for you. You must have a real cool life." I tried to push my way through but to no avail; these jerks weren't budging. Then out of the blue their hog of a friend comes over and gets uncomfortably close to my grill and she scared the bejesus out of me. Imagine Jabba the Hut with bigger and saggier tits with a cowboy hat on. She screams, in a Xerxes from 300 voice, "There's no room. Go away." Now I'm really pissed off with this group. Meanwhile Rob and Jeanie and the rest of my friends have been observing this whole situation and watched it unfold. I decide to just go for it and plow through the row of chairs and people in front of them. I don't give a shit who or what I step on because I'm so furious at these three women. I get my final say in as I pass by the trio of Satan's offspring. Something like, 'I hope you die in a fire that starts on your tits." I don't even remember what they said in response and I don't care because after all that mess, I made it. Once I returned I began to calm down and I thought to myself about what just happened. The whole encounter just did not sit right with me. The fact that three people can stand in an open-seating venue and turn person after person away because they've been there waiting for the headling act 'all day.' The audacity and the nerve that takes. What the f*ck gives them the right? Especially when it's one person who is trying to join up with his friends? I don't get it. Throughout the course of the show I noticed several other people become upset with others who were trying to get closer to the stage, but nothing to the extent of the situation I had to deal with earlier. Frankly, I don't understand what all the hype is about. I think DMB is compiled of arrogant, cocky, egotistical and overrated musicians who drag out their 'jam sessions' to the extent that it becomes annoying and unbearable to listen to. But then again, maybe that's why they attract the fans that they do. I sure as hell learned my math lesson for the day that night. DMB super extended set + brutally mannered DMB fans = no fun for me. F*ck 'em I'm out.