The Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Depeche Mode Concert

This post is for my HLM Sunshine. I mentioned to her that seeing Depeche Mode in concert once as one of the best concerts I'd ever seen, but failed to mention that it was probably one of the most humiliating days of my life. Looking back I suppose I shouldn't have been all that surprised at what transpired that day, but I will tell you all what happened that fateful day at Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles.

I had met over the summer the person who was to become my felon roommate. Ahh, why my stupid 20 year old self never questioned her friendship in this person, I will never understand. We did get along really well, for a while, anyway.

Anyhoo, we were working together and she said she had an extra ticket to the Depeche Mode concert, and did I want to go with her and a bunch of her friends?

Well of course I did! Who wouldn't?

So we dressed in black and white, and took a totally awesome group picture where we all looked extremely hot, actually. If only I had a scanner... And if only I had known what was going to happen later that afternoon, I wouldn't have been quite so smug looking.

We drove to Dodger Stadium, blaring DM through the speakers the whole way, natch. We pile out of the car and my friend starts handing out the tickets. Mind you, I was the odd one out for this adventure, they all knew each other, and I only knew her and one other girl. When she handed me my ticket, she said, "Oh, by the way, this one is separate."

Ummm, what?

"Oh yeah, this one is on a different level than the rest of us. But don't worry! I'll send the guys down to come and get you!"

It sounded so reasonable at the time. And technically I was on the lower level, so I had the better seat! See how much she was thinking of me!

So I walk through the gate and we have to separate, me going down and them going up. This was in the time before cellphones, so there was no way we could have communicated after that point.

Well, I waited and waited. By myself, I tried to get up to their level, but the guards wouldn't let me, no matter how I pleaded.

Long story short, they didn't come.

And the last thing I wanted to do was be at a concert (a HUGE concert) completely by myself. I mean, I might be able to do it now, but at twenty I just wasn't there yet. I was pissed. Why hadn't they had one of the guys be by themselves? Guys don't even care. But no, there I was, alone.

After about an hour, even though DM was great, I had had enough.

I went to the nearest payphone and called my dad to come and pick me up.

Totally. Humiliating.

Then to make it even worse, I was outside in the parking lot waiting for my dad when this truck full of guys rolled by. Each one of them was looking me up and down, but I wasn't pleased about that in any way. Then, as the truck pulled even with me, one of them shouted "Hey babe, you sure have some great tits!"

Wanted to die on the spot. I mean, yes, I surely did have some great tits, but I didn't want to hear it just then.

Luckily, my dad came after what seemed like forever, but was probably only about ten minutes.

The next day, my friend was mad at me because she said they were waiting and waiting for me and I never showed up.

Her feelings were the last thing on my mind, but for some reason I forgave her and moved in with her that next year to go to school together.

Stupid. I know that. Now.