Dec 6th - 5:30, leave work.
               7:00 Meet up with friend Sean
               7:30 Leave for Wachovia Center
               8:00 Arrive in parking Lot, drink beer or two.
               8:10 Lock up car, begin journey into venue.
               8:14 Run into guy selling {counterfeit} shirts, $17 each. Offer $20 for 2, deal made.
               8:20 Enter show, hear Rush's 'Tom Sawyer playing. Turns out it's not the house music, but the Beastie Boys DJ as the opening act.
               8:25 Wait in line for $6 overpriced, stale beer.
               8:45 Find seats, on the floor, back near the soundboard.
               9:00 Anticipation builds. 2 attractive girls sit next to me.
               9:01 I tell Sean he picked the wrong seat, hahaha, j/k.
               9:10 Cheers start.
               9:12 Cheers fade.
               9:15 Talk begins..
               9:30 Cheers begin.
               9:33 Cheers fade.
               9:45 Talk begins again... {can't be true}
              10:00 Cheers begin.
              10:05 Cheers fade.
              10:10 This is odd (I'll tie into this later) Girl next to me get's call on her cell phone, I hear her say "He's not coming???" She hangs up, says something to her friend and they prepare to leave. Hearing what she said, I ask "Is the band not playing?" She says that's not it, it was something else, and leaves..
              10:15 Fans begin boooing and throwing things from the 2nd level (Sodas, popcorn etc).
              10:25 Booing stops.
              10:30 Cheering begins.
              10:40 Cheering silences. At this point a significant amount of the crowd begins leaving. In Philly Unions are strong, and no concerts can extend past midnight. Alot of us begin realizing this show isn't going to happen. But, maybe he'll work it out & pay some extraordinary fines, right???
              10:45 Booing, screaming, F-Bombs, throwing stuff continues. More people leave.
              11:00 Nearly the whole stadium stands in shock, anger, disappointment. WTF??? No one sits down again.
              11:15 That's it, it's over. Now, we were seated at the floor, and I remember looking up, and just seeing a massive amount of soda's popcorn, trash, etc being thrown down. I see the stadium ushers basically run for cover (I can't blame them, they're paid $9/hr to keep crowds under control for when concerts HAPPEN. Not for when Axl throws a hissy fit and doesn't show up). This is when the "riot" begins. More like a mini riot. Sean and I were among them. Sitting on basically fold up chairs on the B-ball & hockey ring floor, we & others nearby, pick them up, and throw them at the closest object, the soundboard. Grab more, and maybe 20 of us throw a total of 20-30 towards it. Maybe 5 make decent contact. People are running thru the halls creating a ruckus, grabbing shirts, stealing stuff I'm sure. In hindsight, I wish I had ran upstage and looked for one of their guitars.
               11:30 Leave the stadium, pass by about 30 of Philly's finest (cops) about to enter tthe stadium with the look of fear on their faces. I walk by and pat one of them on the shoulder and say "F$%& Axl!!"  They are unsure themselves of what exactly is occuring and I think one of them asked. We tell them the band never showed. One joked back "Bet you'll never see those guys again" (At the time I fully agreed, but if he came back, yeah I'd probably go) I remember the look on a black, female police officers face, and how she did not want to be there. I tell them it's not THAT bad inside, everyone's pretty much left. We walk on & begin to call friends, brothers etc about what happened.
             8:30AM Sat Here's where it all ties together in an odd way. I chose to go snowboarding the next day and leave for the Pocono's early in the morning, disappointed. On the way, I listen to the local Sports Talk Radio station, being December, I suppose to hear about the Eagles (Football team, not the band) Maybe they will bring this Philly kid happiness.) Oddly enough, the host is talking off & on about the concert and how Axl was a no-show. So a guy calls up who says he is a limo driver, and had parked his limo in a VIP section last night. He got to talking to some of the GnR crew or roadies or whatever, and they told him he probably shouldn't bother, and should call his clients and ask they leave before something happens. Axl isn't there. Confused, the driver calls his clients and says "He's not coming" Hmmmm, do you think he called the girls next to me??