Whatever, couldn't been that bad, we both still slept in there all weekend.
I took my blanket over to my mom's house to wash today and before I could even throw it in the washer my dog fucking humped it. That thing in the past few days has been subjected to vomit, Shax's nut sweat, dust, and now dog perennial meat stable. I'm impressed, really.
Someone did make a good point about it though. Chromeo has been making these exact sounds for the better part of the past decade and everyone called it retro cheese. Now Daft Punk does it and people are already calling it a revolution.
I waited so fucking long for Richie's set to start. That was definitely the lowest point of the weekend for me when I walked out of the Yuma with my tail between my legs knowing I wouldn't get to see him.
I wouldn't worry about it. Promotional tickets are typically different from the general admission kind. I've heard about people receiving hard tickets in the past after winning them from radio stations or contests. If you want to be certain, give Live Nation a call and ask them to verify the barcode numbers.