Well, on Saturday I experienced my first concert. Yes, I know I’m a deprived child.
At Angel’s Stadium, Bamboozle was in town and a music fest was going on, and I decided to join.
Here, I found many things that surprised my fragile and innocent mind:
1. Lots and lots of pot smoke
2. Mosh pits are super scary for a 125 lbs. female
3. Food and drink cost and arm, leg, and your spleen
I swear I should have been floating on Cloud 9 after all of that smoke I inhaled, but I guess drugs like that don’t have a pleasant effect on me. I was so irritated, annoyed, and overall in an unhappy mood for most of the day. I was waiting for one of my favorite bands, and they didn’t come on till late in the day.
The pit was crazy. Those things form at unexpected and random times, and not I’m much the wiser. Ok, so I thought “I want a good view up front.” So, I moved up and got a nice view. Yay. Then, a girl not much older than myself swore and said, “Oh ****! It’s a pit!” And lo and behold, some testosterone-pumped men were banging into each other like rams and wild things on the run. It scared me so bad! Then, I shoved back and forth like in a dangerously weak roller coaster in a sea of people. The smell of pot, body odor, and ‘boy’ was fresh, mixed with the heat of a pre-summer hotness. It was windy that day, but in the pit I felt none of it. In order to get a decent breath, I had to tilt my head back and suck in a quick puff of air, then dive back under.
Concert: $60, T-shirt: $20, Sweatshirt: $40, Piece of Pizza: $6, Small Gaterade: $6.25, The Smell of Pot and Boy on my Clothes: Free, Seeing Angels and Airwaves in concert: Priceless
~Bye
