"Flava Flav and (undercover) company" thought that my partaking in a cold beverage on a hot summer day prior to a concert was worthy of a fine. I don't have to remind you how old I am, but I am of a legal age, let's just say. Meanwhile, back at the dude ranch, Johnny Moon-eyes and his coked out girl friend are playing beer-pong in the next aisle over.
Then they told us we could keep drinking, just put it in a plastic cup.
Didn't ruin my night though. Had a great time in NYC as always. Thanks Kerry.