Joe Rogan's Show

Night of: March 10
People Involved: my brother, Tracy Morgan, Joe Rogan, Eric T., Chris P., Kyle H., Phil Mastroianni (high school friend), Tracy Steel (ex)

I'm hanging out with some friends and my brother. He suggests we get tickets to see Tracy Morgan. I find out that Joe Rogan is doing stand-up, so I decide to see him instead. The line to get tickets is huge. Luckily, me, Eric, and someone else get there early, so we're at the front of the line. Chris and Kyle come later, when the line is huge. Some people are cutting in line, and I tell Chris and Kyle that they have a good chance of cutting in with us. They try, and Chris gets caught and pushed out of the line. He immediately says, "Red jacket," and takes Kyle down with him.
We're now going in. Eric and I see that we're allowed to put a word into a box, and Joe Rogan will define it or come up with something to say about that word. Eric picks a weird word and tells me I should pick "Pepperdine." I tell him that's genius and debate putting "USC vs. Pepperdine."
Eric runs in to find seats. We're with another friend. The three of us sit with a seat in between us in hopes of saving them for Chris, Kyle, and whoever is with them. Phil Mastroianni comes up and asks if it's taken. We say we're trying to save the seat and I say, "Phil!" He looks at me with some recognition and asks, "Who are you?"
"Justin. We went to high school together. We built a house in English class."
"Yeah, I remember."
"The last time I saw you, you had a huge beard," I add.
"Yeah, it was crazy, wasn't it?"
I remember that when I saw him, he was married, too. I try to see his ring finger, but can't make out if he has a ring on or not.
It's later now, and I'm driving to go to the show. I look at something on the passenger seat, look back up, and all the cars are stopped. I swerve to the left, but still hit the car in front of me. I pull forward about 8 cars and stop in between double yellow lines. The car I hit pulls in front of mine. It's a middle-aged woman. I apologize right away.
"I'm sorry," we both say at the same time. I wonder why she's apologizing.
"It's totally my fault 'cause I hit the back of your car," I add. I look to see the damage, and there's barely any. I'm pretty happy about that.
She says, "I looked down, and all of a sudden the cars were stopped."
"That's what happened to me," I respond.
"I'll have to get this fixed for you--get all these nuts and bolts."
I look at the back bumper of my red Saturn (my old car) and see the license plate fell off and there are a bunch of holes from nuts and bolts coming off. The damage is much worse than the damage to her car. I then realize that she hit the back of my car--the person I hit must've driven off.
"Yeah, I guess if you can get the nuts and bolts and get the license plate back on," I tell her.
Now I'm walking the rest of the way to go to Joe Rogan's show. I see a friend driving with Tracy in the passenger seat. I talk to them at a light, but when the signal turns green, they drive off. I wonder why they didn't give me a ride. I start running. I text message Kyle at the same time to see if he ever got tickets to the show. He says he did.
I'm now at the show, in line again, and Chris says that Kyle got a ticket for 5:00 p.m., and ours is at 8:00. I see people coming out and say, "Oh, we'll probably see him coming out then." We see him and he says the show was good. He asks all of us in line if we have tickets to the later show, and when we all answer in the affirmative, he says, "Dang."