Today I played a fund raiser for a person running for President. I don't want to get political, but let's just say the Secret Service was there. I was told to get there at 4PM. I show up at 3:45 and get in the line to get in. This was after carrying my gig bag and pedal board 1/4 mile plus. (parking sucked) So I tell the people at the door I'm with the band and they tell me that the band is already playing. I say I'm with the second act and I'm told there isn't one. Now I know the rest of my band is already inside, because they called me and told me they just got their picture taken with the VIP. So I stand at the door for 35min while they check things out. As you can imagine, by this time I'm pissed. No make that extremely pissed. A woman then walks up to me and tells me that she checked it out and I'm supposed to go bring my stuff to the band room. (dressing room) I half heartedly say thanks and make my way through a wall of people to try to get to the stage area. I'm 10ft away and a SS agent stops me and asks where I am going. I say to the dressing room and he says no your not, you have to wait. He then tells me with a smirk "Next time why don't you get yourself here on time" Finally I have reached my boiling point and reply, "What is your problem, and why are you giving me %$&@!!!!!!!" I say to myself I've had enough and make my way back towards the door to leave. The woman that was in charge stops me and pleads with me to stay. By this time my band is on stage and I'm in the back of the room with no way to get up there. Reluctantly I give it another shot and try the other side of the room. After 10 min, I'm up there. Just then the VIP is escorted out the back door and the remaining 600 people leave out the front. We play 5 tunes to a handful of people and call it a night. Was this just a bad dream??????