I was so excited a few months ago when we managed to get Golden Circle tickets for Red Hot Chili Peppers. “Awesome”, I thought. “Golden Circle!”.
But last week before the concert I started feeling nervous. The thoughts of queues, the sweaty bodies, the beer being spilt on me, the long walk to and from the car and the general “mission” made me want to stay home rather and watch Pitch Perfect for the third time.
And I hummed and ha’hed (I might have stamped my foot a few times) but ended up going. I thought that sometimes things are worth the “mission” and sweat, and this was one of those times.
I confess to being a little grumpy in the beginning. I moaned about the cigarette smoke, I complained about the long queues, and I whinged about the difficulty of finding a beer. Basically I felt like a muuuch older and more uptight version of myself as a teen, who was the smoker, beer spiller and push-to-the-front-of-the-crowd kinda girl.
And in possibly one of the first-ever Golden Circle moments, I moved to a seat. It’s funny because many people try to get into the GC area (I saw many bribes happening on the night), but I just wanted out. So this old bird sat right behind the GC area, in one of the most comfortable hard seats of my life.
I stood when I wanted to dance, and sat during those many moments when I didn’t recognise the newer songs.
I had a ball, and the whole night taught me some life lessons:
– I must stick to seated areas at a concert
– The beer queues are short once the concert has started
– If you want to get out of traffic early, leave just before the concert ends
– Some things are worth the mission, but it’s hard to know what will be a hit, and what will be a miss
Your concert-going mom
PS: I had the most awful dream on the weekend. I dreamt that I was cycling back (surprising considering I can’t ride a bike) from Vanderbijlpark where I was training, and simply left you at the venue, assuming someone would take you home. I still can’t shake off the dream – feeling very guilty for abandoning you, in Vanderbijl nogal. Lots of Jewish guilt.
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