from lovehatethings.com I know you love your 3 year old. I know I don’t. There are beer, drugs, and scary-looking people at rock concerts. For the price you paid for a ticket, hire a sitter. I get that there may be a song that you don’t like and so you use that opportunity to go buy a drink or hit the bathroom, but if you’re putting double digits on the odometer before the first hour is up, maybe you should just stand in the concession area. Your friend does not need to know RIGHT NOW which song the band is playing, nor do I need you to scream into your cellphone for 5 minutes while standing 3 feet behind me on the lawn. This is a concert, not a ball game. I can get my own drink. I don’t need beer-laden shills waddling through my view to sell suds at my seat. I’d like to watch the show! As much as I might not like, but respect your right to walk up out of nowhere and stand right in front of me on the General Admission lawn, must you light up your shitty-sme...