True Story: Willie Nelson at teh Air Canada tent or whatever they call it. 8th row and drunk - honkey tonk style. I'm dancing away having a good time with a good friend from the islands. The guys behind gives us that "sit down" treatment. Luckily I can't hear (because I don't want to and I'm drunk enough to not care that I'm the only one dancing, and my friend is the only other one standing). Next the guy makes some type of "broke-back mountain comment". Well that doesn't fly on the island, so about 30 seconds to a minute later, after a stern talking to by my friend, the guy and his wife left. After that a bunch of girls (or at least one) came and danced with me. Good times! You can dance if you want to!