Security Checks at Shows

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I have been through all sorts of security checks at shows and have plenty of stories, but Saturday night at the Wonder Ballroom for Keller Williams' PettyGrass was a new one for me.

The Wonder Ballroom is a cool 500 person or so capacity venue and I have never seen any real security check at the dozens of shows I have seen there (just show your ticket and ID to the bouncer and in you go).  However, on Saturday night, when we got in line out on the sidewalk, a security guard directed us to a small parking lot on the side of the building about 20 yards away where they had a security station set up.  Standard bag check and metal detector.  But once you went through the metal detector, you then just walked back through the unsecured dark parking lot to the line on the sidewalk which was also completely unsecured and open to the street.   There wasn't anything to stop someone from just dropping whatever into a bush near the sidewalk and retrieving it once they went through the check point and got back in line.  Completely pointless exercise.

I am sure you all have some good security checkpoint stories.  

don't forget to retain your personal concert lawyer...

It's all good until someone knifes the Baby Trump balloon.

 If they ever used pot sniffin dogs, I would never have made it into a show in my entire life. Saw Blues Traveler at the Milford oyster fest a few years ago and the only exit from the concert area bottlenecked to a spot where local cops had these dogs. I saw more than one person getting yanked to the side to empty pockets. Total nazi tactics.

Phish new years in Miami a few years ago a lady security officer searched my wife tits more than I have in years.

at furthur fest 2010 i tried to get into the concert bowl with a backpack literally filled with whippets. this was on the second night of the fest. the first night they did not check backpacks so i just tried to stroll right in with the whippets on the second night. the guy checking wristbands this time tho, asked me to open my backpack for him.

i paused for a few seconds and just stared at him, then said "ummmm i think i have to go back to my campsite, i forgot something."

he says, "thats probably a good idea"

so i go back to camp, and i absolutely stuff my jacket pockets with whippets. both pockets get as many as will fit without falling out, and i empty the rest of the backpack out in the tent and head back to the concert bowl with an empty backpack and my coat pockets stuffed with whippets.

i get back to the entry checkpoint, the guy obviously recognizes me as i walk up, and he doesnt say anything, doesnt ask to look inside the backpack at all, he just reaches out and grabs both of my jacket pockets and jangles them around, producing the telltale sound of whippets clanging around on each other.

he looks at me like i just killed his puppy and just says "fucking fine" and moves aside and lets me in

later that night i was walking around while doing whippets, stopped to pee, did a whippet, forgot to put my dick back in my pants and walked around for like a half hour with my dick fully out.

yes, my mom is proud of me

^ were the long balls hanging out too? 

Whippet Dick>Whiskey Dick