The Heist Tour

On Wednesday night Jessie and I went to see Macklemore & Ryan Lewis perform their last show of The Heist tour. Jessie's plan was to get there early in the day and wait in line all day. That's not my thing to do, I'd rather be out living my day then wait in line all day for a show at night. I worked in the morning then left the office at noon and ran errands. I eventually got to The Staples Center at around 3pm, and found awesome parking for $5 across from the center. I was pretty pumped about this and shared my enthusiasm with the parking attendant. She was so helpful in moving the gate so my car could enter, and in walking with me to do the tags, and handled my weirdness in being so glad about finding cheap, close parking. I was so glad that I told her I was going to give her a verbal hug. I don't even know what that is, or why my mind comes up with such things. But at least she laughed.

Anyway, I walk up to the line of people waiting for the show to see the overwhelming demographic of that being high school students, sprawled out all over with their homework binders, groups, and SAT study guides. There were some older people, but I didn't meet anyone our age. At the time, I thought it was an eye opening experience to see Jessie and I (who might as well be pushing 30-partially kidding) in line with these kids. At the very least though, it served as another experience to be bystanders of adolescence. I mean, I remember high school. It's just always interesting to watch people in their varying life stages and how that affects their behavior and groupthink.

We finally got into the venue and stood second row from the stage. Up until Mackelmore came on throughout the day, I grumbled to myself about how I would have rather stayed home cleaning. I know that sounds so lame and old. But time home during the day with no child never happens. And cleaning always has to happen after work and Caleb all day. We waited for the openers while hearing the surrounding teenagers compare their amount of Instagram likes, their ASB and class schedules, and who they hated. Jessie and I joked at one point about feeling like chaperons.

Right before the show was set to begin, I looked down to see a child standing in my spot. Somehow, she had successfully snuck in and slide right into where I was. The little girl has to have been under the age of eleven. She kept jumping and hitting me with her small head and bobbing pony tail. I was annoyed at first, but I quickly saw the extent of her excitement. Even her phone wallpaper was of Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis. My annoyance was replaced with a measure of understanding. Clearly this was a big deal to her, and she had worked her way to the front, which was an impressive feat in a place packed with ten thousand people. The teenagers around Jessie and I however, had no shame or discretion in their words or treatment of this child. They said she ought to be home watching Telletubbies, suggested that someone just throw her, said they'd punch her head if they were in my position of her wedged in front of me. They also spoke about how terrible her parents are. One guy tried getting security to do something about her being there. You know, I am not sure why a little girl was in the pit of a show like that. There was weed being smoked, profanity expressed through physical and verbal means, and degrading references to women (all which occurred during the openers sets). Plus the pit isn't the safest for little people, but this girl handled herself well. Regardless of these obvious factors and what anyone thinks, her mother allowed her to be there, and that is her choice to make. We don't need to treat others (especially a child) badly because of something like this. She was elated to be there, and she didn't give any mind to those around her who spoke so harshly to her. So I kind of watched out for her, I mean we were pretty smushed together anyway. But when the crowd became very tight, I tried to give her space and make sure she wasn't crushed. And I'd check to see if she was okay. She handled herself very well being up there alone.

Mackelmore was a lot of fun and Jessie and I had a great time. We danced and jumped and cheered. The whole time leading up until Mackelmore did his thing, I felt like I was too old to be doing this stuff. I thought about my house and the work I needed to finish. I thought about napping rather then waiting in the cold, waiting some more inside, and standing around smushed together by people. However, it was a lot of fun, and I'm glad I just went and did it. Any space filled with music to the brim and dancing people, is usually a good time (except for one time a few years ago when Jessie and I went to a club and it was terrible). Some photos of the event. Excuse my grimmy phone snapshots. Jessie took all the good ones with her camera. :)
One of the opening sets.
When Macklemore came out.
Post show excitement.

All in all, a good time. :)