From the Delta Classic Chastain Park Ampitheater website “about” page.

Tucked away in one of Atlanta’s leafiest suburbs and surrounded by trees, Classic Chastain’s seductive charms include a convivial vibe, candlelight intimacy, and Club Chastain, an exclusive hideaway for private parties. Club members can chill out before a concert, at intermission or during the show with quality catering, full bar, air-conditioned restrooms, and multiple screens so you won’t miss a beat.

So we caught our favorite, lispy, yacht-rockers in Mr. Steely Dan friday night at Chat-stain Ampitheater, and, besides the encore, the highlight of the night is pie easy.

A woman in her 40’s passed out, or OD’d, or died, or something stupid, right after the sun set (we’re outside and didn’t actually see her drop), and during the third, fourth song, maybe, two cops -not security- carried dragged her out two rows in front of us, (think Jesus off the cross, but white-trashier) one holding her under the arms, the other holding her around the ankles. Haven’t these idiots ever seen The fucking Bodyguard!? Oh, and they had her facing the crowd, too. Nice! Her group of less intoxicated friends followed closely behind, looking more embarrassed than we have ever seen people look. Initially, what was an extremely unsettling sight at the start of an otherwise enjoyable evening later made us smile, just knowing that the Dan could still inspire that kind of left-handed, adult-contemporary, concert debauchery in the jort-wearing mom demo.

The venue’s cozy confines create the perfect rendezvous for spreading out with friends and family; hanging out with a group of co-workers or members of a special group; entertaining clients; or getting away for a romantic idyll amid music and moonlight.

They encored with “My Old School” and “Bodhisattva”, and we still can’t believe Fagen or Becker didn’t break a hip.