In October, I ventured to the Madison Theater in Covington, KY to see Avicii. Mind you, I was in utter shock learning that Avicii would venture to these parts let alone such a small venue. When my friend and I arrived, the place was far from full. As the openers progressed the crowd multiplied, and before I knew what was going on, some under-21ers were doing coke about four feet away from me.
I know this kind of stuff goes on all the time, but I just didn’t understand how three people who were chatting about their fake IDs were all OK with bringing cocaine to a concert venue. Talk about getting hit with the worst double whammy ever if you get caught.
But I ignored them, because their issues aren’t my business, and if they choose to be out of their minds, then I guess that’s the way it goes. As long as it doesn’t affect me.
But alas, a couple of hours later, it did affect me. All of us were in the first two rows of the crowd, and seeing Avicii live was an unreal experience. But when I got pushed out of the way violently by people who claimed to have been there first and chose to leave and try and get their spots back, I got pissed. One girl kept dropping–it looked like she was about to fall asleep and the loudest show I’d ever been to.
Another girl kept telling this one guy to get that first girl out of there, but he was too out of his mind to care and ignored everyone around him. So your drugs are fun, but you all turn into the rudest people I’ve ever met when you’re on them in public. As they continued to shove me around, I gave up. I walked out of the crowd, gave word to the bouncer that they were doing cocaine, and found myself a healthy, breathable spot in the back with a kick-ass view. Within 10 minutes, the annoying ones had filed out of the venue.
I couldn’t believe it. I was that girl.
Afterwards, I talked to a friend of mine who I know has done cocaine somewhat regularly. He asked if the cops were involved and I said I didn’t think so. “Good,” he replied. “That could’ve ruined their lives.”
Well of course it would have. But that’s not my problem.
A couple of weeks later, I chatted with a guy working crowd control at another venue while I was up in the pit taking photos. Between sets, I asked him about the whole drug thing at venues like this. I learned that essentially at any smaller-ish show like that, people with drugs just get kicked out unless they become out of control or violent, at which time the police are called.
So you know what? I don’t feel bad about ratting those kids out at all. They just got kicked out. I don’t even care if it didn’t teach them a lesson, because if you’re dumb enough to keep doing that, you’re going to get caught by the people you really don’t want to see you. And you know what else? Anyone who does that on a regular basis is lucky as hell that bouncers don’t care anymore.
So go ahead and keep pushing the limits. But if you see me, you should probably run for your life.
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