Wow, y'all are a bit older than I thought....
Grateful Dead, sometimes in the 70's @ Kesar Stadium in San Francisco. Kesar is an old concrete bowl of a football stadium where the 49's played in the 50's and 60"s. Brother lived in rural Orange County, in a house surrounded by orange groves. My roomie was a semi-pro baseball player.
When the dead took their usual 30 minute break, we opened the two gunny sacks of oranges we had brought from the groves , and my roomie began to distribute them, with pinpoint accuracy, throwing to people all around the stadium....even to folks waving their arms at the very top of the rim. The wind swirled a bunch at Kesar, so his accuracy and delivery was something to see. Within 10 minutes or so, the oranges were gone.
Soon, we were the recipients of all kinds of "goodies" passed to us by appreciative folk - I mean a lot. Wouldn't all fit into a large baggie.
Oh... the night before the concert, we stayed in the Stanford dorm of one of my brothers high school buds. Said bud opened a bedroom door and told me that's where I'd be sleeping , and given the fact that we were drinking Mickey's big mouths and Cuervo Gold all the way from LA, I got right to it. Sometime later a beautiful blond slide into bed with me, and fun things happened.