I had never been to a concert to be honest.
I was too young to go to Woodstock, as well as by the time Woodstock 2 came around, I had my own youngsters.
My hubby told me he would take me to an outdoor concert when my pal and I had a talented group come into our area. My pal and I finally had a singer come to the city that I had always enjoyed listening to, as well as I was basically begging him to acquire the tickets. He told me the actual price of the tickets was as much as he would spend for my birthday as well as anniversary gift, as well as I didn’t have a problem with that. He purchased the tickets, as well as my pal and I were at the arena for a couple of hours before the concert began. Already, the parking lots were overflowing, as well as my pal and I had to walk a quarter mile to the concert section. I had to pee so badly that I could not wait to see a portable restroom. When I was eventually able to see a length of about twenty portable restrooms, I almost ran to get in line. There were a bunch of people in line in front of each portable toilet. My hubby offered to hold the door if I was looking to go into one that was designated just for men, however I felt truly weird doing that. After half an hour, it was eventually my turn to go into the portable restroom. My stomach hurt pretty badly, as well as I was wishing my pal and I hadn’t come to this concert. My pal and I had spent a lot of currency on the tickets, as well as I would not tell my hubby such a thing. Instead, I complained they needed more portable restrooms in the area, as well as did my best to will the stomach pain away the entire time I tried listening to the singer.