My husband and I went out last night to an AC/DC tribute concert. I called it the experiment experience. We haven’t had a date night in a while so I bought tickets since AC/DC was my all time favorite band besides the Rolling Stones growing up. But my main reason was to experience for the first time since being sober a hard rock concert where I knew there would be a room full of drunks, and boy was it ever.
The band sounded pretty good and a lot like the original, even though their performance was lacking especially as the evening went on. It was obvious they weren’t the only ones getting drunker by the minute. But that’s no surprise is it, band members getting shit faced? I just never really noticed it before since I was usually shit faced too, but last night I was able to see the dramatic change.
There were only a few people who were already quite drunk before the show even started and most people were lined up at the bar getting their fix. Me and hubby ordered soda since the only other non alcoholic option was water. No catering to non drinkers? Again, no big surprise.
About 4 songs into the concert, a man my age or a little older fell down right next to me and couldn’t get up. He was so inebriated they had to carry him off. It just so happened to be during my favorite song, “Touch Too Much” and while everyone else was dumb foundedly watching the whole sad event in utter shock, I just started dancing the same way I used to back in my younger days during an AC/DC concert. I couldn’t care less about this poor guy who had drank himself to the point of oblivion. I suppose that makes me mean and insensitive? Shocker!
The rest of the night I enjoyed people watching, which is actually one of my favorite pastimes.It only confirmed everything I’ve been saying about alcohol addiction. And I'm sure this morning most everyone there is feeling like death, wishing they hadn’t consumed so much of the substance they think they have control over. None of those people acted in control last night. Everyone of them were being controlled by the drug of alcohol and the bartenders worked their asses off to keep up with supplying their demand. They had no clue how stupid they looked and acted and I used to be one of them.
Our next date night I want the venue to be on a more "upper class" scale. I at least want an enjoyable atmosphere with better entertainment. But I already know from past experience the audience won't be much different. I've seen very respectable successful people fall on there faces just like the redneck did last night. It's really quite sad and humiliating but addiction always is.
So what did I get from this experiment? I learned that I actually enjoy going out more now sober than I ever did drunk. At lease I can remember every event from the evening before and I wake up feeling rested and refreshed with more Mind Vomit blog material! And I'm more grateful than ever that I'm finally free from the grips of the most socially destructive and glamorized drug addiction in the history of man.
