last night. u2. they rock. a fabulous show. great setlist - all the classics. we got there about an hour before the show (not as early as i had wanted to get there, but i had to wait for dan to come home from work). fortunately, it being sacramento (we pretend like we are a cool city but we're really a cow town) the floor wasn't too crowded yet. we sat down just the the right of the tip of the heart, about 4 rows back. no doubt opened. dan was stoked - he had seen them before they were big, in a tiny club in orange county. and he thinks gwen stefani is hot. everyone stood up, and moved in closer to the platform of the heart. everyone still had their 'space' - not too squished yet. YET.
finally...u2 takes the stage. everyone pushed forward, leaning toward the stage. 'like bono was the christ child himself,' i heard a guy standing next to me say. we were packed in pretty tight, attempting to dance. standing behind me was a woman who weighed at least twice what i do. she was having a grand ole time, bouncing up and down. i was pushed to the left. no big deal, right? wrong. the girl (college age, fitting the 'sorority girl' stereotype) now next to me taps me on the shoulder. 'she [pointing to a girl that was now behind me] was here first. you are in her spot.' what?? it's a freaking floor crammed with hundreds of people. nobody has any 'personal space' anymore. trying to be polite, i attempt to squish back right. which is met with glares from the people to the right of me. i tried to explain the sutuation, not easy with 'where the streets have no name' being played (damnit. ruining the song, worried about being in everyone's way). i had little success. so, i hung there...trying to lean right.
about 5 minutes later the first girl (who told me i was in the 'wrong' place) stepped behind me and began to push me from the back. not the crowd pushing, but intentionally taking steps closer to the back of me. shoving her bag into my back and leaving me with nowhere to go. i kept dancing. which was just kinda bouncing a little. to crowded for actual dancing. she wasn't dancing, just pushing. i was beginning to fall forward. finally, i got a good hard shove, slamming me into the people in front of me.
i turned around. 'YOU are in HER way,' the girl said. at this point, i was not trying to be nice anymore. 'f*ck you.' (i know, i know, not the most mature choice of words). she shoved me again. i stood there for a minute, stewing. realized that it was going to be impossible to enjoy the concert standing anywhere near this chick, i knew that i would have to give up my choice spot. which did not make me happy. debated how to leave. realized i had one shot at it, i turned around and gave her a nice hard shove, a not-so-nice stare, and pushed my way back through the crowd to a less crowded area where there was plenty of dancing room. i attempted to enjoy the rest of the show. which i did, and it was actually nicer where i had more room. dan just stayed where he was (which was kinda next to where i had been). so i had fun dancing and singing and being a fool all by myself.
it made me really bummed at people, though. as well as bummed at myself for reacting immaturely. initially, i felt bad about getting in someone's way. and i tried to move. i had been there early enough to get a decent spot, and wasn't attempting to get any closer. it was just frustrating. maybe it was just the sacramento crowd, but i'd take an abercrombie wearing frat boy dave crowd over that at the u2 show...
