Day three of my vacation and week of confessions. Here is number three (a little early so it’s up by Wednesday morning): I hate concerts. I hate getting to them with all of the traffic and pressing of bodies on public transportation. I hate the smell of stadiums. I hate waiting in line for bathrooms that are either port-a-pottys – or may as well be in their level of ickiness. I hate memorabilia and tee shirts. I hate sitting in one place for more than a couple of hours. And I hate knowing that I’ll have to repeat the same commute on the way home.
This doesn’t mean that I’ve never been to concerts. I’ve been to many – but the older I get the less of a tolerance I have for them. Best case scenario for me is an open air situation with lawn seats, allowing the opportunity to walk around, talk and pack a picnic basket. Yeah – snacks make everything better…
What about you? Have anything to confess?
I feel the same way! I actually normally leave at intermission (my companion, normally my mom or husband never seemed to care too much), or as soon thereafter as possible, so as to avoid the rushing stampede exiting the arena! I haven’t seen a concert in years, but the last several I saw were at Wolftrap — the best place to see a show in my opinion. Funny!
I am so with you. when I was a teenager I couldnt get enough of them now I cant stand em. Im too old and grumpy I guess.
I am with you on this one. Thanks for letting me know I’m not the only one out there!
Christy – Wolftrap is what I think of as the best case scenario for myself as well. It’s one of the few concert venues that I’d agree to without any question.
Suzie – Exactly! It’s not that I’ve never liked them – it’s just a disturbing sign of old age I guess.
Anna – I’m glad you agree.
Glad all three of you agree – I don’t feel quite as alone in my lameness.