As we approached the crowd, I volunteered to make my way up to the door to be sure that the long lines were for the people who were "unprepared" and not for folks like us. I walked with a purpose past 10s of people, mostly in their 20s, and made my way to the door where security was checking IDs and wristbanding guests. That's when I realized there was no separate line for advance ticket holders. Oh jeez, this is going to be a long wait.
When I turned around to go back to my group to let them know we were out of luck, imagine my surprise to see all 5 of them standing behind me with silly grins on their faces.
"Well, looks like we're gonna have to wait in line, there's no entrance for people who already have tickets," I reported to my friends and family.
"Just blend," says Charming Cousin.
"What?" I ask
"We're already up here in front, just blend in to the line and we'll get right in," he whispered.
I looked around. No one seemed to be giving us the evil eye. But should we really just butt in line right here at the door?
So we did. And we all made it through. And it was packed. There must have been 50 different beers to sample. It was the redneck equivalent of a fancy wine tasting. Not fancy. Packed with mostly 20-something men and women (mostly men), and "free" food that included sub sandwiches, pizza & nachos. We drank out of plastic cups (don't lose it because you only get one, we were warned) and had a very good time. Even if we were some of the oldest people in the building.
Good thing I decided not to wear my St. Pauli Girl outfit. I'd have been really embarrassed to be among so many other ladies with the same idea.