SHARING THE SHOWS
So after bopping around the Harley-Davidson Museum, I walked around downtown Milwaukee and found a Dunkin Donuts in which I could charge my phone while reading and drinking coffee. At around 5:00, I texted my friend (whose name will not be used here) who was supposed to meet me for the show, and possibly dinner beforehand, but she had some personal issues come up, so she couldn’t make it. I was really looking forward to spending time with her, as I don’t get to see her that often, so I was bummed out. But that wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying the show.
I tried to sell the ticket, but there was nobody buying, and there were about ten sellers. So I decided to engage in some good “karma” and miracle someone the ticket, to which he seemed grateful. I didn’t see him during the show, so I’m guessing he snuck into another seat. I was a little peeved to find out that I couldn’t bring my bookbag into the show; moreover, there was no bag check. That’s on me for not looking at the website. So I took a cab down to my Airbnb in Bay View, dropped off my bookbag, and took the cab back to the theater. Bobby, the driver, was sympathetic to my plight (gotta get as much of the show in as possible), so he was finding ways to skirt around cars. After leaving him a $13 tip on a $22 bill (he really hustled it for me), I was in at 8:15, and had only missed the first 15 minutes of Charlie Parr’s opening act. I had been bummed about my friend cancelling, even though she was very apologetic in her cancellation and had a legitimate reason. As I jammed out to the main act, I started trying to work my way through the emotions. Before writing this blog, I wrote an unsent letter in which I express my emotions and try to understand her point of view. Tonight, I’ll have to sleep on it. Anyway, the crowd for this show was a sitting crowd, and they don’t seem to like dancers too much. When I took the risk of standing up and dancing, someone a few rows behind me yelled “Sit down!” This happens to me about once a year. So I did. “Thank you!” they yelled. I saw people in the back row grooving (note to self, get back row next time in theater). So I walked up and found a spot, grooving with a couple of people. During the encore, “Bound for Glory,” someone stomped out of the aisle, pushed through me, stomped downstairs, and flipped me off as he walked downstairs. Someone’s having a bad night, I thought. At least it wasn’t me; the music had me in a higher place.
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