@ZackTeibloom Day one and two of ACL crashing were a breeze. We had beautiful fake wrist bands that weren’t always scanning, but the “ticket help line” was like a highway into the festival. With no tolls. By day 3, I didn’t want to get out of bed. When I finally dragged myself out to make final fantasy football adjustments and get back to Zilker Park, everything changed. The “ticket help” line was now closed off at the end. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a cop (not a security guard) waiting at the end of the line. Yikes. It wasn’t crowded enough to waltz by, and I was going to need a little help.
Does this remind you of a different C3 festival? It should. At Lolla I made it in two different entrances without a pass at all and had to rely on a pass back on day 3. Here’s why you love the final day pass back. No one needs their wristband at that point, so they’re far more willing to pass it on. The same guy who we taught to crash his first festival on Friday acquired a legit wristband for Saturday and Sunday and was happy to return the favor and pass back his band. I pretended to hand him my sunglasses over the fence as he slid his wristband back. Somehow he was able to take it off without breaking the seal and I slipped it on with some difficulty.
I took my new legit wristband back to the line, had it scanned and … the scanner flashed red. This wristband has been scanned too recently. I tried three other guards and the story was the same. Finally one told me to come back in seven minutes. I spent that time realizing that when the guards confiscate sun block in cannisters and bottles of water, I could just take those and re-confiscate. I waited the seven minutes and then came storming back through the gates proudly.