I’m a couple of days late in updating you all about the concert. I have been eager to do it but I was in no fit state to be blogging yesterday (as I was a write off)! And today my boyfriend and I decided to go a spontaneous drive and ended up 150 miles from home. We arrived home not long ago and I had things to do but, not to worry, I’m here now and ready to share my experience at ‘Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike’ with you all.
Firstly, I’ll mention where the actual concert was as I failed to do so in my previous post. It was held in Braehead Arena, Glasgow. I had never been here before (neither had my friend, Lozza) so it was a first time experience for the both of us. We were absolutely clueless. We had a few drinks beforehand in her house and were feeling a little tipsy. Our taxi was booked for 7 o’clock and we both felt we never really got a chance to have a proper drink together before we left… So, we decided to take a sneaky quarter bottle of vodka in the back of the taxi with us – which we took in turns of having a swig out of on our journey. By the time we arrived at the arena, (well, I say the arena, the taxi actually dropped us off at a local supermarket because apparently they are not allowed to drop people off at the arena) we were both feeling rather merry. We were giggling and chatting away. Then we realised, we hadn’t a clue where we were going! We asked the staff in the supermarket to direct us, followed by a security guard, until we noticed other people (that were dressed as though they were going to a concert, we assumed) making their way towards what we believed was the arena. We followed on. We were right. Thank goodness. So that was that. We got there in one piece.
Luckily for us, the queue wasn’t bad at all. The rain was getting rather heavy but we weren’t fussed. It didn’t really bother us. Perhaps it was the drink that made us oblivious to the rain. The staff offered us ponchos (probably because the both of us decided not to wear a jacket) which we took appreciatively but did not use. As we passed all the security, showed our ID and tickets – we were in. All was fine (apart from the fact they binned our mini deodorant whilst searching us – that was pretty rubbish.) We looked around at our surroundings: people everywhere, loud music, bright lights, food stands, a bar that was in a tent, a token office (you had to buy tokens and then exchange them for alcohol) and the rain, bouncing off the ground, seeming to get heavier and heavier. I once bought Lozza a gift with a quote reading, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass – it is about learning to dance in the rain.” And so that’s what we did. We danced in the rain. All night. Never have I felt so free; so at ease. It was magical.
Lozza and I spent majority of the night in a tent near the entrance, dancing like nobody was watching. Just the two of us; doing our thing. That is what I admire and treasure about our friendship – we don’t need anybody else. Just the two of us. We drank and we danced; We danced and we drank. It was brilliant.
Like always, we had a few toliet trips throughout the night. You know what it’s like when you are drinking alcohol; once you have done a pee once – you can’t stop peeing. Where I come from, we call it ‘breaking the seal’. Whilst at the toliet, we befriended the toliet attendant. Is that what they are called? The people who work in the toliet and allow you to use their deodorant, hair brushes, fragrances etc in exchange for money? Anyway, we spoke to this lady for ages. Her name was Kate. She had a full time job as well as carrying out the ‘toliet attendant’ job at weekends. Lozza and I were quite drunk by now and had a deep, intense and enjoyable conversation with Kate – she was sweet. As Lozza is a very inquisitive person (and even more so with a drink in her) she asked her lots of questions. We got to know her and I felt terrible leaving her in the toliet to go out and enjoy the rest of my night. The way some of the girls speak to and treat the toliet attendants on nights out is dreadful and totally disrespectful. But that was Kate. Kate was lovely.
By way of complete contrast, (I can’t believe I’m getting sidetracked from taking about the DV&LM concert to spouting and rambling on about the toliet attendant, ha!) we made our way out to the main event. We managed to work our way right to the very front! Both of us were so pleased and totally in our element – absolutely thrilled to be at our first concert together! We were dancing, jumping up and down together and singing along to the songs we recognised – and even the ones we didn’t. It was marvellous. Our two happy faces, bobbing up and down, right at the front of the crowd. It was entrancing! Next thing I knew, some middle aged woman (who obviously thought she had more of a right to be at the front than us) barged me out of the way and drew me the dirtiest look I think I have ever received in my life. I was not a happy bunny. I would not stand there and let someone push me to the back when I was feeling so ecstatic and pleased just seconds before. I asked her what she thought she was doing and I was told to ‘F Off.’ This angered me; infuriated me. Who the hell did this woman think she was? We paid for our tickets just the same as she did and we made our way to the front – fair and square. Lozza told me just to leave it and not to start anything but I guess i (or the drink) didn’t want to listen. I mouthed a few things off at her whilst she did the same back. I know, in my heart, I shouldn’t have lowered myself to her level but I felt at the time it was necessary. My whole life, I’ve had people put me down. Not now. Not here. Not at my first concert with my best friend. So we fought for the space. As ridiculous as it sounds – that’s what happened. She was trying to barge me out of the way with her hips (luckily for me, I have a big ass and I had the advantage). I barged her right back. This went on for a while – until her friends turned up. Her words were – and I will never forget – “F**king wreck her.” It was laughable. A woman at her age, picking on a girl at my age, and trying to get her friends to fight her battles? I think Lozza had clicked on and she switched places with me. The wee soul. She doesn’t like confrontation – neither do I – but I was drunk and I was enjoying myself and I was not letting anyone ruin it.
Following on from this, Lozza and I made our way through the crowd and we were jumping about like crazy, totally in our elements, loving the music. We managed to get to the front – again – only this time further down and away from the horrible girl who tried to fight with me. We were having such a fantastic time. Someone came to the front (I think it was Like Mike) and poured straight vodka into my mouth. I was so buzzing I got picked from the crowd to get some. I can’t remember if Lozza got any or not. Not that she would have needed it – both of us were drunk enough to be honest.
After a while into the main acts set, I started to feel a bit overwhelmed and dizzy. I didn’t want to tell Lozza; I didn’t want to worry her or ruin her night. I think it was because I’m not used to being in crowds and being surrounded by so many people. I think she noticed though as she started to look concerned. I’m glad she noticed. If she hadn’t; I may have ended up passing out. I had, what I am absolutely positive, was a panic attack. It was a scary experience. I struggled to catch my breath and everything felt like it was spinning. Part of me wanted to get out of there; the other half was screaming “Stay Charlene! You’ll regret leaving!”. Lozza managed to get me a cup of water from one of the security guards at the front. I drank it quickly. I felt calmer now. Lozza and I stayed really close and she kept asking if I was alright. Meanwhile, I enjoyed watching her laughing and smiling whilst rhyming off all the song lyrics of the music we listen to together. I took great pleasure in seeing her enjoy herself. I wanted her to have an incredible night – which the both of us definitely did – without a doubt. It was so nice just to dance and drink together. Just the two of us. My closest and most caring friend. We smiled and laughed the whole night. That is important. Smiling and laughter is such an important thing and I often forget this. I need to begin to allow myself to feel these feelings again. I’m not sure if that makes any sense to you; but it sure does to me.
Dimitri Vegas and Like Mike: you were phenomenal. Truly incredible. Thank you for the wonderful experience, on behalf of me and my dear friend, Lozza. I would do it all over again, if I could.