If Only Tonight We Could Sleep
June 27: Started off concert day on less than three full hours of sleep (which is another story not for publication at this time.)
My Histamine Intolerance (HIT) and IBS were killing me that morning as well.
It wasn’t until around 1pm that I actually felt I could get ready for going.
It was HOT, wasn’t humid per se, but it was brutal on me walking around the stupid State Farm Arena.
Found out later there was a Code Orange air quality alert ongoing. SHITE.
No wonder.
I am the flipping canary.
After all that and let’s just go with descending into a pit of fire with no return… what happened next just takes the CAKE.
Burn
I hate escalators. All by themselves they try to eat me and fling me off. (Not really, it’s a psychotic fear I have, no getting over it. It’s not easy to get on one.)
Inside State Farm Arena we were pointed and pushed to the escalator. Up we went, it was not fun. Oh no. Very wacko. Plain dysfunctional.
Get up there and turn the corner WTF.
I couldn’t go up it for nothing. I was freaking out, and hubby was already up. I stood/leaned so the wall could hold me up, sinking and trying to get up, just couldn’t go, tried to look at it as I approached I turned and fled every time. I was stuck with no way up or down. Searching the faces of all those passing, not one person was approachable, nobody came to help poor stupid me.
After awhile hubby got down via an elevator and came up the first escalator to me. I had to have help, no way around that, with nobody but him to help me. I had to give him my little purse, it was making it all worse to hold it. I can remember going up that escalator with him, sort of, but words to explain the object terror of it I will not, cannot write down.
It was just OMG get me out of here, how do people just get on this thing so easily. I am a small piglet, frightened and out of my mind.
So around and around we walked to get to section 207. Finally we find it and go to our row N seats, thank God that where I got them, the last row of seats in the back.
Yet again, a fear stuck me dead. I couldn’t sit there, it was slanted so bad, so little room for feet, such little seats, I was like no way no way, let me out hubby. He had sat down, the huge bulk of man just sat there like it was nothing, and the nightmare began again.
Why is it that my major fears being bridges and high * out of control spaces * and escalators in general plus I am claustrophobic. Put all of this together into my attempt to see The Cure in 2023 as cheap as possible. I don’t have all the phobic terms for my fears. I’m ok with that.
This is just ripe with misery.
We were able to sit on stools behind the small bar like area behind the row we had tickets for. Not a real seat, just a place to be to eat if you want to. We camped out for the whole concert there, much better. Sigh.
That concert was good though, I won’t sit way far up next time, I will be down on the floor or something. The Twilight Sad have improved a lot since I saw them at The Cure in ATL 2016.
State Farm Arena is my least favorite venue for music thus far.
The Cure were excellent as expected, the SFA just was limiting it with a single screen behind the band, just that, give me something more with a triple panel surround and more screens out for the further out fans. SFA is a glorified barn.
Shake Dog Shake
No concert was ever so challenging to my fears and energy. Throw in the clowns, why not just host everything. Then put me into a looney bin.
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