My mission of self-discovery continues Not only did Shannon and I go to bed far too-late in our Miami Bates Motel, we woke up Wednesday far too-late too, much later than we had planned anyway.
Despite the dullness of being cooped inside all winter I hadn’t missed the humidity of summer, not one little bit. Actually, I’d forgotten all about it, but it all came back with a rush in Miami. I can confidently report that is no current shortness of humidity in Miami.
Likewise, as my sunburn after a mere day testifies, there’s also no shortness of sun in Miami.
But it was worth it, just to Taylor-Gate with friends and strangers. It was the first time on this tour that we’d waited outside, and it won’t be the last. I’m planning a long hot summer.
We saw several of the band members doing their pre-show workouts. Amos came out running and we waved to him.
Caitlin passed and commented, “Hey girls! What’s up!?” She then Tweeted about the “darling red-clad fans” and we knew she meant us. So cool!
Paul came out and was MOBBED by fans. We asked him if he wanted pizza. He declined.
We went in the arena for sound check and some Taylorfollower friends arrived. As I needed to charge my phone and edit my blog, I went with Erika, Carolina and Maria to Erika’s hotel, right across the street from the arena. After chilling with the air conditioning we returned to the arena and picked up our tickets.
Erika collected our pit wristbands and then went to her Meet and Greet. Taylor told Erika that her outfit was beautiful — which it surely was.
I approached him and explained that I had the pit wristband but had a ticket for a different section. No, he said, you can’t stand on the pit line.
Then I went to a regular gate and asked a guard there. He said that not only could I not stand on the pit line but that I wouldn’t be able to go into the pit at all as I couldn’t get down there without a ticket saying that I could, wristband or not.
On the verge of tears I asked three different guards. They all told me different things.
By this point it was well past 5:30pm when the doors are usually opened. Everyone was getting anxious and there were screaming mobs at all the entrances waiting to get in.
I texted Shannon to see if she had gotten in. She replied that she was still outside and that some members of the band were there too. Just chilling waiting for the doors to open.
The concert was due to start at 7pm but the doors opened late and we didn’t get in until just before 7. (Later we discovered that there had been some “security issue” that prevented the doors being opened on time. Right.)
There they were confused as to why my ticket said one section while my pit wristband said another, but they let me in the pit. No problemo!
And there was an added benefit: as I didn’t wait on the pit line I ended up being the first person in the pit with a full selection of advantageous viewing positions!
For a short person like me, it was a bad decision. It was very hard for me to see Taylor when she was on the main stage. Even when she was downstage I was just as behind her as I would have been at the top of the pit.
In Atlanta I’m going to the top of the stage. For sure.
Ed performed his usual set, which has grown on me. While I think he is extremely talented I still claim that it is unnecessary to drag a four-minute song out to ten minutes! Every show this annoys me. Some day, I’ll ask Ed why he does it.
Although Taylor didn’t cut anything out or make you feel like she was rushing, she kept her talking and story ramblings to a minimum knowing that the show was lagging by 30 minutes.
And in Atlanta I’ll definitely need to place myself on the left side of the pit. The right side is always so crowded and pushy. In the Miami pit every bone in my body ended up aching from being squashed, pushed and pummeled. I all but had people standing on my back as they strove to reach Taylor. Things calmed down when she moved to the mini stage, thankfully, but that was only a short break. It did not last.
During Mean, when Taylor sits on the trunks with her banjo talking, she was less than a foot away from me and I couldn’t hear a word she said the crowd was so loud.
When Taylor got to the mini-stage, she talked for a while strumming through several different songs. She then “randomly” decided to sing, Today Was A Fairytale.
Score for Shannon!
Paul waited until I was facing him and then handed me a guitar pick, my first from this tour. I wish I’d seen my expression when he handed it to me.
A RED Tour moment I will never, ever forget!
Taylor, as Ed says every night, then “rocked our socks off” for the rest of the show. After the show Erika, (who’d sadly ended up on the other side of the pit so we couldn’t stand together as planned) Carolina and Maria, and I took some photos.
We checked into our hotel, super-nice with awesome free Wi-Fi! Then, after chatting about the show and other random stuff, we finally fell asleep at about 5am. We plan to meet friends at Orlando’s Amway Center tomorrow at 11am. We’ll see, but… LOL.
Miami was an experience, one for my history book. I had a blast and I’m loving this whole “going to Taylor concerts with friends” thing. Although I’m somewhat of a loner and can be a real pain at times, I’m getting more comfortable with it and enjoying it a lot more.
I’ll try and catch up with my blogging tomorrow but, no promises… Finding the time and energy is extracting a far higher toll than I’d expected it to.
Thanks for reading, thanks for caring.
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