So, the other week, I ended up going to see Kevin Hart in San Antonio. Wasn't really planning on it, you know? My nephew, bless his heart, had an extra ticket because his buddy bailed. Said I should get out more. Me, get out more? I get out plenty, to the grocery store, to the hardware store. That’s getting out, isn't it?
Anyway, he was insistent. "Uncle, it'll be fun!" he said. Fun. Right. So, I agreed. First thing was figuring out the logistics. San Antonio isn't exactly next door, and I knew the AT&T Center, or whatever they're calling it these days, would be a madhouse.
Getting There and The Whole Shebang
The day came, and I drove down. Traffic on I-35, well, it's I-35. What more can you say? It's always a crawl. Found parking eventually, paid a king's ransom for it too, and then hiked what felt like a mile to the actual entrance. My Fitbit probably thought I was training for a marathon. Lines everywhere, of course. Line for security, line for them to scan your ticket on your phone – I still miss paper tickets, honestly. Easier to keep track of.
Inside, it was just a sea of people. Thousands. We found our seats, not bad actually, considering it was a last-minute thing. The opening act came on. Some fella, couldn't catch his name. He was alright, got a few chuckles out of the crowd. You know how it is with openers, you're just waiting for the main event.
Then the lights went down properly, big roar from the crowd, and out comes Kevin Hart. He’s a little fella, but man, he’s got energy. Running around that stage like he’s got springs in his shoes. He talked about his family, his kids, getting older – relatable stuff, I guess. Some of it was genuinely funny, had me laughing pretty good. Other parts, well, maybe it's just me, but sometimes I feel like these comedians, they just shout a lot. Is shouting a punchline now? I don't know.
He did his thing for a good while, probably an hour and a half. People were loving it, a lot of whooping and hollering. It was definitely an event. You could feel the energy in the place, even if you’re a bit of a curmudgeon like me sometimes.
The Aftermath and Final Thoughts
Then it was over. And the real show began: trying to get out. You’d think they’d have a better system for emptying out a place with that many people. It was just a slow shuffle, shoulder to shoulder. Took us a good thirty minutes just to get back to the car. And then another forty-five to get out of the parking lot and onto the highway. By then, it was late, and I was just tired.
So, was it worth it? My nephew had a blast, so that was good. Me?
- I saw Kevin Hart. Check that off the list, I suppose.
- I spent a lot of money on gas and parking.
- I got to experience San Antonio traffic at its finest.
- I remembered why I don't go to these huge arena shows very often.
It was an experience, that’s for sure. I got out. Saw something different. But next time my nephew has an extra ticket, I might just suggest we go bowling. Or maybe I’ll just stay home and read a book. Cheaper, and definitely less shouting.
