@ZackTeibloom After an easy crash on day one of Lollapalooza and an exhausting run around on day two, I was regretting the crash for day 3. Brett was a fun crash partner for two days of crashing, but my wise young crashing friend acquired a free Sunday pass from a guy on the train, leaving me to crash alone.
It rained in the morning, prompting me to leave my sunglasses and sunblock at home and take a sweatshirt and a hat. I’d regret that later. I did the same walk around as the day before, and there was no crashing to be had. The rain and lack of people trying to get in at once made the expertly placed security ready for all crashers. That’s why god invented the pass back.I decided it was probably best that I didn’t get in to crash, since I needed to hit up an ATM and get some breakfast. I stop by Starbucks for some Oatmeal and a smoothie to recharge for day three and get a text from Mix Master Laura that she needs a place to store her bag so she doesn’t have to carry it around all day. I figure we can run it up to Jeff’s apartment a few blocks away, have a quick sandwich, head toward the fest and she can pass back her wristband.
That all goes according to plan, until we learn another reason why you don’t want to mix crashing and sandwiches. Besides it making you over think the crash, you get sloppy. I notice I’m getting missed calls from numbers I don’t know and eventually decide to answer. Right as Laura and I part ways, she realizes she left her phone charging in Jeff’s apartment. We decide to meet by the media entrance and pass back there.
I walk all the way around to the media entrance as Laura keeps calling me from a different random number, until I find her standing next to a row of port o potys, with her wristband. There are cops everywhere but we stand by the fence talking for a couple minutes and she hands it through the chain link fence. I re-attach the wristband, using the little bit of stickiness it has left and make my way to the entrance Brett crashed the day before. The best part about this entrance is the guy guarding the door has no scanner and can’t tell this pass has been used before.
I do the “over show,” which is what you want to do when you have the pass, but there’s something off about it. If it’s a home made stamp or an off-colored wrist band, or one that doesn’t scan. You want the guard to think you have nothing to hide. You going up to them startles them and they just wave you through. Trust me on this one. Anyway, I was grateful to be in and I got a text a few hours later from Tatar who wanted to see Soundgarden, so I met him up and passed him back the pass too and we did an impromptu victory dance. After three days of crashing a fest in a row, it only seemed appropriate.