Super gets 86'd from Mudvayne at The Joint

For Super’s first trip to Vegas, going to see Mudvayne while we were there was a no brainer. It was being held at The Joint at Hard Rock, a small venue that ensured it would be an awesome show. Super, JC and I arrived a couple hours before the show to get our pre-drink on. Super of course was making the rounds, sharing stories of his past Mudvayne concert experiences with others and also getting into his concert mood. He changed into his concert clothes, entered the venue and immediately headed for the bar to get another drink - you can see that he had a Mudvayne shirt on pre-show, but took it off prior to entering the venue: the only time you should wear a band's shirt at the concert is if you are actually part of the band, otherwise you’re just a dork.

[Super being Super, those people didn’t even know him a minute ago!]

JC and I decided to stake out a spot midway back, knowing that we most likely would only see Super for brief periods between his crowd surfing. Shortly thereafter, Mudvayne took the stage and we could see the first person up and over naturally was Super. Mudvayne only played a few songs since they were opening for Korn, so they were not on stage for long. It did seem sort of weird, however, that we hadn’t even seen Super make a quick pass by us before going up and over again. Hell, maybe he decided to hang in the pit or next to a hot ass chick, that sort of thing was very plausible.

We had decided not to stay for Korn prior to the show…there is other shit to do in Vegas…so we headed to the exit to meet Super. Well, to our surprise, Super was already outside by the ticket counter. We were at first wondering ‘what the fuck?’ until he showed us big ass red mark on his hand. He told us that he had been outside trying to get back in the whole time. After his first trip over the barricade, instead of security showing him the way back onto the floor, they showed him the door…apparently crowd surfing was prohibited and signs were posted as a warning. So where were these magical signs? Ah, most likely large and numerous and for all to see. Well, we took a photo of the sign…enough said.

[The obvious, can’t miss, right in front of your face, brightly lit sign]

Anyways, Super was none too happy as you would expect, so after a little persuasion, we headed out of there without further incident back to the hotel (thankfully we were not staying at the Hard Rock…for their sake) and vowed never to return to the shit box known as The Joint again.

Super…just back to the hotel after “the show”

Super…30 minutes later after a few drinks and some pharmaceutical help from me.