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M.I.A. was MIA; For The Most Part
After waiting in line for two hours to see Lupe, Tanisha and I opted against going to see M.I.A early. Roughly around 7:05pm we left in search of 33rd Street Armory.....
Getting there was no problem but finding parking on that shithole that they call Drexel University, was terrible. Oh and because I had my ex's car, I was deathly afraid to park it just on any ole' street so a pedestrian told me about a lot on Market (right under the train station). Made my way, paid the $7 cover and around 7:45pm Tanisha and I skipped our asses to the back of the growing line on 33rd (that was beginning to wrap around to Market).
Standing in line was the worse part. Watching person after person meet up with someone in front of me and just jump ahead, always made my skin crawl AND this disgusting chick with "white people" dreads, smoked like six cigarettes and because the wind hates us too, her smoke alway blew our way. Not to mention they had just mulched the bushes, so it smelled like pure, freshly brewed shit! Luckily for us, close to 8:15pm the line started moving however... my ticket said the doors opened at 7pm/concert starts at 8 - so you already know I'm pissed.
Once the line starts moving, it moves pretty quickly. We make it to the front. Ladies on one side, Gents on the other - I'm cool with that, ladies always get by quicker anyway. The young lady who patted me down, snapped my bra strap. I'm guessing that that is what she is supposed to do, but for me it was MAD uncomfortable to have her that close to my 36Cs and I would have been pissed if she would have broke my Vicki Water Bra (look it up). WAIT! The fuckery doesn't end there..... So the guy that is actually taking the tickets, he looks me dead in the eye and says: "I"m gonna take my time with you" as he proceeded to rip my ticket very slowly and eye my from head to toe, licking his lips and making inappropriate gestures towards me - GROSS!
We made it inside, finally and for some reason, I thought this armory was going to be something it totally wasn't! All the way to the front we go, two rows from the stage and at this moment it's cool. I yell at a few white chicks for have a seizure (dancing) too close to me. As the room slowly begins to fill, I feel myself getting strangely closer and closer to the chick in front of me. For a good hour and a half I think I was molesting her (and getting molested) because I couldn't move my hand off of her ass and I know for certain that the chick behind me was gyrating on my ass - so a tick for a tat!
Wow, at 10:10pm, M.I.A. was still no where around and her opening act was getting a little redundant and the crowd was getting anxious. Except for me and Tanisha.... Well, Tanisha was really close to death because the air at the front of the crowd was really stale and there was no air circulation so we push our way to exit stage left, when we come across some industrial fans. Grab some water and just chill out in the back. It wasn't all that bad, we met some pretty dope chicks from Brooklyn looking to buy some Philly Cheesesteaks. Close to 11:15pm, M.I.A made her appearance after being 2 hours late and by this time my stomach was on E, Tanisha was near an asthma attack and my patience had wore thin.
We heard about three or four songs (can't tell, they all sound alike), laughed at a few YTs trying their best at dancing, and then we made our grand exit skipping back to the parking lot praying that Noosie wasn't missing any mirrors! All was good. Back down Market... to 16th... over to Fairmount... Left on Broad (even though it says no left turns)... Right on Girard... detour through McDonalds; a number 5, number 11 and number 9, all with fruit punch... I make it home in record time and there is even a parking space to spare... eat... In the bed by midnight... and loving every moment of my ___________ (insert adjective here) life.
All in all: Once she got there, she was great! She is very live and brings the crowd into her act. I would def go see her again, but I wouldn't show up on time.
Check the photos below:
DISCLAIMER:: I'm not a photographer, I don't have a steady hand, M.I.A. was moving around a lot, I was 6 yards away from the stage, it was dark, my Nikon is broken.... These are my excuses for the shitty pictures.
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Oh and Cousin Chris:
I slid her your number but I think she thought it was a tissue (I wrote it on a napkin) so she wiped her sweat with it and threw it in the trash, sorry buddy. Better luck next time!
Oh and Cousin Chris:
I slid her your number but I think she thought it was a tissue (I wrote it on a napkin) so she wiped her sweat with it and threw it in the trash, sorry buddy. Better luck next time!
