Tuesday 7/21/09: I have long been aware of my "screaming" talent. I think it would be safe to say that I am WELL aware of it and those around me when performing it are WELL aware of it too :O) I can't help it, when I get overly excited about something (especially Coldplay) it just comes out. So in an attempt to be nice, I typically warn people that are sitting near or around me 
about my screaming capabilites. Maybe not the best of ideas, but I was raised to be respectful and I know that not everyone's ears can handle the volume of my scream--particularly because Coldplay tends to appeal to all sorts of ages, and it is certainly not my intention to be rude to those that are unable to handle it. Now I know its a concert, (for those that are already thinking or saying this aloud right at this very moment) but I still do not wish to make anyone's concert experience unbearable.
about my screaming capabilites. Maybe not the best of ideas, but I was raised to be respectful and I know that not everyone's ears can handle the volume of my scream--particularly because Coldplay tends to appeal to all sorts of ages, and it is certainly not my intention to be rude to those that are unable to handle it. Now I know its a concert, (for those that are already thinking or saying this aloud right at this very moment) but I still do not wish to make anyone's concert experience unbearable. As the time draws near for Coldplay to take the stage I begin to warn the couple behind me, to 
my left, and a group of people in front of me, of my annoying talent. Each group assures me that it is no problem, that "this is a concert after all," with the exception of one of the ladies in the group of people in front of me. She scoffs, turns around dramatically to face forward, and ignores me. I ignore her as well, and concentrate on the Strauss opening, waving my arms in synchronization, and clapping at key points. The boys suddenly appear and as always....I lose control....quickly.
I begin screaming almost immediately, much to the dismay of my fellow concert goer in front of me. She plants her hands on her ears as soon as I have reached my piercing high note and cringes in disfavor. As soon as Violet Hill is over, she whips around and says (try to picture overdramatization here please) "IT'S LIKE.....SCREECHING!!!! LIKE.....OH MY GOD.....IT'S SO LOUD....AND JUST....SCREECHING!!" She continues to describe my elative state and
hammers it for the next 10 seconds or so and brings me down from my natural high. I finally (in an effort to just shut her up) agree to tone it down. In my scorned puppy state, I look up and my ears are once again graced with all of Chris', Jonny's, Guy's, and Will's ingenious sound, and I am hurt no more. I look at my best friend Monica to my right and smile, as does she, and my hurt feelings vanish and I am almost immediately lost in the moment again. The kind people sitting to my left and behind me assure me that my anti-kidnapping device is more than bearable to them and not to worry about it---that this "is a concert, not a library."
my left, and a group of people in front of me, of my annoying talent. Each group assures me that it is no problem, that "this is a concert after all," with the exception of one of the ladies in the group of people in front of me. She scoffs, turns around dramatically to face forward, and ignores me. I ignore her as well, and concentrate on the Strauss opening, waving my arms in synchronization, and clapping at key points. The boys suddenly appear and as always....I lose control....quickly.I begin screaming almost immediately, much to the dismay of my fellow concert goer in front of me. She plants her hands on her ears as soon as I have reached my piercing high note and cringes in disfavor. As soon as Violet Hill is over, she whips around and says (try to picture overdramatization here please) "IT'S LIKE.....SCREECHING!!!! LIKE.....OH MY GOD.....IT'S SO LOUD....AND JUST....SCREECHING!!" She continues to describe my elative state and
hammers it for the next 10 seconds or so and brings me down from my natural high. I finally (in an effort to just shut her up) agree to tone it down. In my scorned puppy state, I look up and my ears are once again graced with all of Chris', Jonny's, Guy's, and Will's ingenious sound, and I am hurt no more. I look at my best friend Monica to my right and smile, as does she, and my hurt feelings vanish and I am almost immediately lost in the moment again. The kind people sitting to my left and behind me assure me that my anti-kidnapping device is more than bearable to them and not to worry about it---that this "is a concert, not a library."
Safe to say, she did not share anymore disdain during the remainder of the concert or maybe I just chose not to hear her (or couldn't). Although my concert experience was "slightly marred" by this occurance, I throughly enjoyed myself....as usual. I know I get crazy and "naturally high" during Coldplay's shows, but I honestly can't help it. It is a moment of pure elation that their music has always given me as I am sure it does the same for all of their 3 million fans. So euphoric is this feeling, that I have noticed (as mentioned in the first post of this blog) my inability to feel pain when I attend these events. LOTS OF PAIN. As the night came to an end and we walked back to the car, I noticed a very sore spot on my right thigh but thought nothing of it since I couldn't see anything (it was dark out and I was wearing capri's). Upon inspection at the hotel, I felt a large hardened area and noticed some light purple discoloration (ala Seinfeld). The next day, it looked like what is pictured here:
I knew no one had hit me, nor did I remember banging my leg that hard on anything. Monica and I thought about it for a while, when we finally came to the conclusion that the cup holder attached to the end of the chair where I was sitting had picked a fight with my thigh. I can't really say I don't blame it for doing so. You see, I have another annoying habit during Coldplay concerts.....jumping up and down constantly for the ENTIRE duration of the concert. And so...it is because of this (and constantly having my thigh hit that very cup holder over what I can 
imagine was at least 1000 times) that my leg had to suffer the wrath and succomb to its evil devices. Pictured here about 5 days out, I guess it could have been worse, that lady and I could've had a smackdown right in the middle of the amphitheater and been kicked out. Would have made a great story to go along with this bruise though....
imagine was at least 1000 times) that my leg had to suffer the wrath and succomb to its evil devices. Pictured here about 5 days out, I guess it could have been worse, that lady and I could've had a smackdown right in the middle of the amphitheater and been kicked out. Would have made a great story to go along with this bruise though....M-
