Last night I attended Dev in concert in good ole downtown San Diego. She's the chick that sings "G6" and "Bass Down Low." I might have turned up the volume to one of her songs on the radio with the windows rolled down once or twice. I got in for free which is the only reason I attended given that it's an 18 and over crowd. I met a guy named Patrick on Craiglist who was looking for a blogger for his promotional company called Neon Vision Entertainment. I have been wanting to frequent more concerts and thought this was a great way to go plus it would force me to write. To illustrate how clueless I was at all things music-related I actually googled 'what to wear to a concert' and watched this video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaQCpRrHfzw
Despite my best attempts, my attire was not scandalous enough compared to the 18 year olds trying to look like sexy prostitutes. There was an incredible amount of grinding, making out and dry humping inches away from me. One girl literally hung on to a pillar while her boyfriend dry humped her doggy-style. I felt like I was in an under-aged porno except everyone had clothes on. Pete wasn't surprised since he had been to an 18 and over club 13 years ago but my sheltered experience as a teenager did not prepare me in the least to the throngs of horny couples groping each other with unleashed abandon.
Had I been ten years younger I might have danced along with the crowd, getting as low as I could when Dev sang, "I like my beats fast and my bass down low. Drop it to the floor." Instead, I felt like a chaperone at a high school dance, arms folded against my chest, pushing people away from me to create a safe zone. All the red lipstick in the world could not make me belong with people a decade younger than me and I don't think I'll ever try again.
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