This is a belated concert post.
I suppose I’ll start from the very beginning.
Of course there had to be a torrential downpour before the concert. Not cool. Luckily we came prepared with ponchos and raincoats. As we sat in the car at Walnut Creek Amphitheater waiting for the rain to ease up we couldn’t help but watch in horror all the tragically dressed girls getting out of their cars. (A little bit about Walnut Creek; it’s a massive outdoor venue which I despise and it’s like walking through the shire like on Lord of the Rings). Like I said earlier, it was POURING rain… girls were emerging from their cars in stripper shoes and what looked like outfits from 5-7-9 or _____. Most of them were wearing sizes that were too small or too short. My deer in the headlight expression made me realize, this is what’s wrong with society… it’s going downhill. Then again, maybe I’m getting old and that’s my age talking.
So as we were making the long trek to the gates, two girls fell. One of the girls was wearing heels… in the rain… walking on grass. She should have known better. The other girl was wearing white shorts and literally fell on her butt in a puddle. When she got up, let’s just say it looked like “oops I crapped my pants.” I laughed at both girls. I always laugh when people fall and I give permission to people to laugh at me when I fall.
Once we approached the gates… it was still raining and our feet were wet from all the rain (maybe my choice of wearing Havaianas flip flops wasn’t the smartest decision I made). As we were hanging out waiting in line a surge of people started coming towards us and I was sandwiched in a mass crowd. I’m still surprised I didn’t have a massive panic attack, I get claustrophobic easily. It was pure chaos. I had a couple to my left smoking cigarettes and blowing their cancer stick smoke into my face (apparently they weren’t raised with proper etiquette… don’t do that) and I was literally sandwiched between two dudes. I was pretty much violated. There was no such thing as “personal space” while we waited. While standing there, I thought to myself I’m going to get trampled and die. My parents would have to tell friends + family that I was trampled to death while waiting in line to see L’il Wayne + T.I. and that all was left of me was my North Face raincoat. Alas, I survived and made it safely in.
After we all got beers (we needed them after dealing with all the chaos), we decided to hangout in a gazebo to regain our composure and strategize our next move. It was there we met Gilligan from Gilligan’s Island.
Once we found a spot on the lawn everything was much better. T.I. put on an amazing performance (he’s my jam) and L’il Wayne is quite the talker. We left early because 1. We didn’t want to get caught in the mass chaos and, 2. We had a hankering for empanada and wanted Calavera.
I doubt I’ll go back to Walnut Creek. It would have to be someone absolutely amazing for me to see to go back to that hell hole and I would purchase seats, not lawn seats. Speaking of Walnut Creek, they really need to work on maintaining their bathrooms. Not only did a majority of the toilets didn’t work, but I also saw a sink hanging out of the wall. Classy. I’d like to thank those I got to witness who fell down, thanks for the laughter. I needed it.