I, another guy from IBM and a friend of his from Denver were arrested at a Linda Ronstadt concert in Albuquerque back in 1970. They searched my purse at the door and found all the recreational goodies we had piled in there
I had to cry for 15 minutes to persuade them to just take the grass and let me have my stash bag back along with the roach holder which were gifts I really treasured. Finally they decided not to charge us (they had taken down all our data but we were never "booked" so no record exists) and let us go into the concert, after the strip search (non-invasive) failed to turn up anything more sinister. So we sat on the floor and moped about losing the grass and half the concert when suddenly Cliff's friend remembered that when we were getting in the car he had stuck one of our joints in his hair and it was still there (lotsa hair on all of us in those days
). So at least there was enough left to share, and the concert was really good too. When I got home later that night (ok, it was early morning) I found out that my boyfriend had to go down to the Albuquerque Police Station to bail out one of his roommates. The idiot had tried to take cocaine into the same concert, in his shoe heel.