That Time I Freaked Out at a Carrie Underwood Concert

Back last year when concerts were still a thing

Carrie Underwood. (Photo credit: Damon Ferrara)

• Always wanted to go to Madison Square Garden ever since my childhood imagination was captured by Matthew Broderick’s 1998 masterpiece, Godzilla.
• Have to print my ticket beforehand. Plus side, that means the inside’s also probably the same as in 1998.
• Guard seemed genuinely disappointed I don’t have any computers or tablets in my bag. I showed him my camera, but it clearly wasn’t the same.
• The enthusiastic women ahead of me declared their pink wristbands to be their favorite color. Afterwards, I told the employees putting them on that it’s not my favorite color but still works. They smiled slightly. This is the effect I have on people.
• Took three escalators up to the stadium’s ground floor.
• It’s not a real garden, is it?
• My ticket’s for the “West” general admission, but there’s only one general admission. Dang it, Western Civilization, there’s other points of view!
• The stage curves so much I’m worried it’s going to shoot a president. It’s almost a 360, finally explaining why it’s called the Cry Pretty Tour 360. But it’s also not entirely 360, so Carrie Underwood’s still a liar.
• Concert’s supposed to start…