Album: Tattoo You
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The first time I saw The Rolling Stones in concert was Friday, October 9, 1981 at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. Tim and I drove down the night before and were able to park on the USC campus and walk to the show rather than dealing with the traffic snarls caused by 100,000 people descending on the Coliseum on a Friday.
That’s because we had a friend, Anna, who lived in an apartment on campus and let us crash there (in exchange for tickets for her and her roommate), still one of my all-time favorite logistical coups for a big concert. In any event, I was so excited for the show — I was going to see the Rolling Stones! — I drank like a pint of vodka in order to get to sleep and was incredibly hungover for much of the wait in the long lines to get in. Despite all that, we went out for pizza after the show, as well as went to Westwood Village, and then drove home, getting into Fresno at around 6:00AM, because I had nothing but energy when I was 18.