Fleetwood Mac Rules

Hey, I just got back from the Hollywood Bowl, where I saw Fleetwood Mac.
They were AMAZING. It was two solid hours of music--NO INTERMISSION, they
just rotated out to take breaks. Stevie Nicks sounds terrific--better than
she did when I saw her in 1990. I got a cool shirt, which actually came in
medium--a rare find these days. I yelled at the people behind us to
shut-up. These people were everything that people mean when they say they
hate people from LA. This guy called a friend on his cell phone DURING a
song, and yelled over the noise (that we all paid to hear) about how his
limo was stuck in traffic and they almost missed the show--mister big-shot
had worse seats than we did and we took the bus. So his
girlfriend/wife/whatever is this plastic beverly hills freak with a thick
but unplace-able accent goes to get him a beer and is soooo upset that she
missed "all her favorite songs that she berates her husband for making her
go get the beer, blah blah blh and she's totally ruining "LANDSLIDE" for
us! Landslide! THE song! Yelled at her too. It worked to, I had the support
of the mob. I was the voice of the mob. While waiting for the park-and
-ride bus (5-1 ratio of valley busses to hollywood/LA busses, like they're
more important. Let those jerks secede, who needs 'em. Anyway, we're in
this long line of confused people waiting for a bus, and this family of
slack-jawed yokels, all drunk...try to cut. not even cut really. We're in
the middle of the line, and they walk past and one says (picture a
sally-jessy panel) "this is where the bus is gonna stop." and she gathers
her...clan? "JUDY!! Right Here." There's like, five older women, all
around forty or fifty and one young guy around twenty. so by family, I
mean, more like Manson meets the Clampetts...And I say, "You need to go to
the end of the line." Blank Stares. "You need to go to the back of the
line, we've all been waiting longer than you." and then "Momma" says, "All
right," and Junior is all spacey and smiley and he's like " We're all going
on the same bus , what 's the big deal?" I said, "We all went to the end
of the line, now it's your turn." And he says, "so where's the end of the
line?" And I pointed from one end to the other and said "This is a line,
and that's the end, down there," And then Momma gets all whiney and says
"You don't need to yell, I'm just gathering my family," which is such a
lie, they were standing there trying to be absorbed by the line. The line
was saturated, and we did not suck. we spat them out. They were Not on
our bus, and that evil little part of me hoped they got on a burbank bus by
mistake. Oh, and why do people leave before the encore? You wait 10 years
for the whole band to get together and then you leave before "Don't Stop?"
I don't understand. All I know is, Fleetwood Mac rules!