Dear Evil Drunk Lady at the Pixies concert,
You did not ruin my concert experience with my children, even though you were trying so desperately to do so. Even though you spilled beer on my daughter. Even though you would make a better door than a window, and you and your boyfriend and posse were abusive and aggressively drunk. Even though you were standing in the aisle where standing was strictly prohibited, and we were fearful that you would at any moment fall in our laps or careen over the balcony. Even though at some point you were so in my face that my husband was certain that you were about to be punched. I pity you, truth be told, for you are so obviously lacking. Lacking in social skills, lacking in the ability to stand upright without holding onto something, lacking in the ability to keep your finger out of my face, lacking in intelligence enough to know not to start up with the HUGE and very tough looking Samoan gentlemen sitting behind me who had you removed, but could have so obviously pummeled your whole drunk group without so much as breaking a sweat. Lacking in the ability to shut your mouth. Lacking the ability to see that you’re belligerent and obnoxious and no, dearie, it really is YOU. Most likely lacking the ability to get out of bed Sunday morning without an overdose of pain killers.
Thankfully for me, this is the last I need ever to think of you. It’s unfortunate for you that you need to be with you every minute of every day, it must be horrible. Good luck with that.
Love,
Becky, your BFF from the Pixies concert, the one with a seat who remembers the entire evening.
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On a different note, we went to see the Pixies Saturday night! Oh my, it was incredible. We got there early, got great seats in the upper balcony, right on the wall so that no one was in front of us to block precious CC’s view at her first big concert. First. Major. Concert. EVAH!!
Let me tell you that the concert Gods were smiling down upon us Franks yesterday. We got there early because we knew that we wanted seats. I actually knew exactly which seats I wanted. We met some really nice, friendly, kind people from Indiana and Wisconsin in the line. I dubbed us the United Nations of the Pixies Line, Midwest Edition, as we stood and talked to pass the time. When they finally let the line go into the building, we were stoked. But then they stopped everyone right at the bottom of the staircase. And they made us wait. And the crowd behind me kept getting larger, and larger. And I had my little CC by the hand, but it was making me nervous because it was seeming a bit dangerous being in the front of this massive crowd which was about to start running up the staircase directly behind us. CC and I were separated from my husband and A, and I was worried about them, too. And then there was this lady. She was angry at being made to wait. She was right behind me. And much to my embarrassment at the time, she took me up as her cause. To get them to let us go. She yelled at the keeper of the staircase and made him angry, but in the end forced him to let “the lady with the kid” go first. So he did. He called me and CC up the stairs first and out of the crowd. And then he let everyone else go about a half a millisecond later. So now literally EVERYONE was right behind us. Oh man was I scared, but CC and I just ran. Not to get the seats per se, but just to stay ahead of the people who were massive and so hot on our heels. It was frightening. It took me a good 20 minutes for my heart rate to come down and my adrenaline to quit pumping when it was all said and done. It was very, very scary, but I. GOT. MY. SEATS. And they were good. We had the balcony wall upon which to rest the camera to take some wonderful shots of both the Pixies, and the crowd. In all the different colors that crowds come in.
THEN, as if that wasn’t enough… there was a very nice security woman who just so happened to have a spare pair of earplugs in her pocket for CC to use, because I forgot ours. They have HUGE stacks of speakers that hang from the ceiling at the Aragon Ballroom, just about exactly balcony height. CC’s ears are very sensitive, so I was grateful as all getup because kleenex just doesn’t cut it. She was in physical pain the few seconds before the kleenex when the opening band started. When I went to the T-shirt vendor they did sell earplugs, so we all had some, but that doesn’t take away from the kindness of the security woman who wouldn’t take anything for the earplugs from her own pocket. Um, for those of you asking, and I know some of you are asking yourself, NO, they were brand new unused earplugs in the box.
Additionally, they sold these wristbands for $25 that allow you to download a recording of the show within 48 hours. So I’m gonna say that we did that. And the recordings ARE AWESOME!! It’s like we were there or something, recording it ourselves…ahem. Wanna see how totally there we were?
Good times. On the way out of the venue, I had an opportunity to thank the man from the staircase who had given CC and I a head start up the stairs, and apologize to him personally for the abuse he received from that woman behind me in the crowd, even though I had no part in it. I also was able to recover someone’s UNDAMAGED bifocal glasses and turn them in to the lost and found. I hope that they meet their owner. Overall a highly successful night that we all felt good about.
What did you do last weekend?
