This was a 21 and up show, which means I don’t have to trip over any little kids, but it also means the majority of the people there are drunk. About 15 minutes before PUSA took the stage a tall blonde lady who had been standing next to me looked at me, looked at my empty hands, and then back at me with a quizzical look on her face.
“You’re not drinking,” she stated the obvious.
“No. I’m not,” I replied.
“But why aren’t you drinking?” She seemed so confused she didn’t know what to do with herself.
“I don’t drink.”
“Drinking’s fun, you should try it.”
She then proceeded to start announcing to everyone around her that I did not drink. I smiled at each of them in turn as they looked at me. None of them seemed to care; I found this rather amusing. She left to get herself another drink.
Two songs into the Presidents set another blonde girl, this one had made a spectacle of herself a few times already and had obviously had too much to drink, went down. It’s a scary thing to see someone drop to the ground in a mosh pit. People have died this way. Her boyfriend and one other guy nearby managed to help her up again but she was out. Completely out. They had to drag her limp body out of the crowd.
And that’s why I don’t drink.
The rest of the show was great. PUSA played all of my favorite songs and knew exactly what to do to get the crowd going. I managed to have myself a blast. And I did it while remaining sober.
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