Last night I went to the first of two Pearl Jam concerts this summer in New Jersey. The set list was one of the best I’ve heard.
Our seats for the show were pretty good considering our tickets didn’t arrive in the mail until about 5 hours before we left. We were on the first level of the arena, far side from the stage with isle seats which was a huge plus in times of need.
To get to the show you took a bus from New York which was driven by possibly the most indecisive man on the planet. Not what I look for in a city bus driver. I want a man willing to risk the lives of his passengers for little more than the inside lane of the Lincoln Tunnel. Last night I didn’t get that. Instead I got a driver who literally watched a street light change over 3 times before actually passing through. You drive a double bus for god sakes, the world is your sand box!. The bottom picture is an abstract expression of my frustration during the hour-long bus ride (or a really cool view from our seats).
