My husband and I are cursed. Every time we go to a concert that we are really excited about, our seats are near the most obnoxious and disruptive people. Don’t believe me? Keep reading.
Last weekend Hubby and I went to the Shania Twain concert in Omaha with my parents. It was hands down the best show I’ve ever seen. (Queen is a very close second!) Her show was just amazing, she had great effects like flying over the crowd on a guitar case, super great imagery and lasers, and an awesome set list with some of her new stuff, but mostly her older songs that I know by heart and absolutely love.
Before the show started, there was a girl two rows back, sitting directly behind me that was so belligerently drunk that we were all joking that maybe she’d pass out before the show started. Well, she didn’t, but the girl sitting next to her (behind my mom) vomited profusely during the first part of the show. Like seriously, a huge freaking pile of bright pink puke. It was disgusting. All of a sudden this crowd manager was asking me to move to get to the person behind us. The girl had her head down on the seat in front of her and was escorted from the show.
That’s not even the worst part of it. First of all, it took them over an hour to clean the mess up. I understand that it’s a gross job, but people were sitting there, and we could smell it. A lady sitting behind us asked a crowd manager no less than five times if they were going to clean it up. They said they’d get to it eventually, but then they would continue to sit on the sidelines. Also, this girl’s belligerently drunk friend from the beginning stayed behind and got increasingly more annoying.
Friends, can I be frank? Why would you pay that much money for a concert ticket, then show up completely wasted and need to be escorted from the show? I’m all for having a good time and having some cocktails, but barfing all over the floor at a concert doesn’t sound like a good time to me.
The last concert I went to was Queen with my husband. We had amazing seats on the floor really close to the stage. We were sitting next to a gay couple and their friend and were chatting with them before the show. They were super nice and we were having a nice time talking with them. Well, the concert went on, and there was an older man and his wife standing in front of us who were, again, super wasted. They kept getting yelled at by crowd management to calm down, stay in their row and not be obnoxious. At one point, the woman spit on the crowd manager. Seriously, who does that?
Then, during of course, Bohemian Rhapsody, the man next to me asked them to stop yelling at each other. He turned around and told him, “Mind your own business, faggot.” That’s when I stepped in and said, “Can you please just be quiet? I’m trying to enjoy the concert.” I decided to ignore them, and then they started talking to me, saying “We just were telling your friend to butt out of our business,” “He misunderstood us” and finally the man asked to see my neighbor outside after the show to fight. Dude, you’re 65 years old. Chill out. Again, don’t come to a show super wasted and please don’t be a homophobic jerk.
Finally, the other show we went to was a Jimmy Buffett concert with my family. We are huge Parrotheads and have been to a ton of shows, but this one was our first one all together. The people in front of us weren’t that annoying for the most part, but by the end of the show, they were dancing? fighting? I’m not sure, and they fell back on the chair and right into me, knocking me down. I said it was fine, no hard feelings, but I was kind of pissed off. But I wasn’t as pissed off as I was when they did the same thing again.
What’s the point of my rant? Why am I sharing these stories with you? People pay a lot of money to go to these shows, and usually they want to enjoy them. If you just wanted to get wasted and listen to Shania Twain, go buy a bottle of vodka and listen to her album at home. You embarrass yourself, you frustrate and annoy the people around you, and you make the jobs harder for the employees at the show. So, don’t be that guy who gets wasted at a concert. You’re not going to enjoy it as much as you think. Trust me.