Middle Fingers Galore

(Although this week’s entry does not take place in the same venue, or city for that matter, the concept is still the same. The way people interact at concerts)

After a long tedious drive to Albuquerque, New Mexico, we had finally made it to our hotel. We rushed to get ready and chow something down so we could take off to the Isleta venue to see Kings Of Leon and Young the Giant live.

As soon as we arrived, I noticed that the people in charge of parking were ridiculously unorganized. We were sent to three different parking sections until we finally found somewhere safe and not as costly to park out vehicle.

This concert was the most varied in age - from little children to senior citizens. Much of the older crowd was sitting the furthest way from everyone, sitting with their partners on either blankets or lawn chairs – quite romantic.

People were rushing to get in, trying to sit in closer sections then what they paid for, only to be ultimately kicked out before the concert even started. As we walked further up, the merch booth had a ridiculously long line of people waiting to get t-shirts or records. As people got closer to the booth, they instantly left. I got closer to be able to overhear the conversations, only to find out that everything was ridiculously expensive. People complaining about how they can get the same shirts/records on the official website for less money and the poor employees either freaking out not knowing what to say or completely ignoring customer’s complaints. 

As the concert began, I noticed more and more drunk people. These two women, around the ages 22-25 were completely incoherent even before KoL came on stage. They were going wild on the lawn. Dancing and bumping into people without a care in the world. After a while they went their separate ways and didn’t appear until mid Kol performance. They were heated. The petite woman was livid. She was so drunk she couldn’t properly speak, slurring her words and flipping off anyone who got in her way – especially one of the security guards who (by the looks of it) kicked her out of a closer section. She was completely belligerent, screaming audacities to the guard, making very inappropriate gestures to him. When he wouldn’t respond to her sexual advances, she would proceed to flip him off and call the poor man names.

Finally, a brave older woman was kind enough to distract her by offering her a cigarette. To which she took with gratitude, forgetting all about her rage against the security.

Unfortunately as the concert progressed, we ran into some creepy men who kept making advances towards us, inviting us to leave with them. At this point we were so uncomfortable to the point where we had to leave our perfect spot to get way.