Virgin Festival - Baltimore

Who am i kidding? I am too old for this shit! This concert was a 2 day, all day, festival held at Pimlico stadium in Baltimore in July. Temp was roughly 115 in the shade and the only shade to be had was in the port-o- potties. So, let's just say we all had a grand time melting together to some very fine music.

The first 2 pictures are before and after pictures of Brian's super cool airport shades. Note to self: Don't stick your cheapo sunglasses in your back pocket and sit down. Also in the before picture if you look closely, you will see a giant Irishman with a very cool band tee on. That's our bud, also named, Brian. He is single and LOOKING ladies!! Do you see those arms??

The lineup seemed to change so much right up until the concert, I was so pissed to find the Killers were not playing. Maybe I got confused with last year's lineup, but anywho, we did see some good acts. We arrived late the first day and by the time we got there Amy Winehouse was playing on the mainstage. Then we saw Peter Bjorn and John, LCD Soundsystem, the Beastie Boys and finally The Police.

This is about the time I really start to feel my age. Did i mention the concert took place on the infield of a horse track? And that I wore my $2.50 Old Navy absolutely no support flip flops? Well, during the Beastie Boys we pushed our way as close up to the stage as we could. As soon as they finished we worked our way up even closer for the Police. At this point we are all sardined together. I am barely 5'1" in my ON flip flops. I AM the shortest person at this concert. All I can see when I spin 360 is armpits. All i can smell is armpits. Their is NO circulation down here. The air is stagnant, very hot and smelly. So, I decided to put my God given man calves to good use and stand on my tiptoes, so I am now at shoulder height, for the next 30 minutes until the Police take the stage. They are about halfway through Message in a Bottle, like the 6th song, and I have to give in. My legs and feet are absolutely killing me at this point and I turn to Brian and tell him i have to get the hell out of there. Weaving our way out of that crowd must have taken us a good 10 minutes. I headed straight for the re-charge tent where they housed the only chairs in the entire venue (excluding VIP naturally). I remained there for the rest of their set which included 2 encores. I couldn't even see the stage and didn't even care. I could hear them just fine. The lesson learned? I am a one concert kind of girl anymore. My days of festivals are either long gone or I need to seriously train before I ever fathom attending one again. My saving grace? Brian bought tickets to go see The Police when they come to Atlanta in November!