RHCP
11 May
Yesterday, as I mentioned before, I went to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers in DC at the Verizon Center. It turned out to be a good time, except for the leaving part, which I will get to later.
So yea, I get into DC, probably around 3pm. It took me a little over an hour and a half to get there due to crappy traffic. Normally, I don’t drive into downtown DC, but I wanted to park in a garage this time for a couple of reasons – (I normally park in a residential area further out and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving my car out there unattended not knowing whether it would be towed or not because I’m not really supposed to park there and two I didn’t know when the concert was going to end and I didn’t want to miss the last metro train). In retrospect, I should’ve just parked where I normally do and I would’ve been fine. At least I know for next time, right?
I did some wandering around since I was there way before the concert started, but I did that on purpose. I always like to have a cushion of time before events/dates/appointments/etc. I am afraid of being late to anything.
I took this while waiting on the train to come. It took forever, it seemed like. I always feel kinda seasick/claustrophobic when I am down on the subway platform. I don’t know why.
I went to Sticky Fingers and got some amazing vegan food. I got a faux tuna melt and a cupcake. I was going to get a carrot cake cupcake, but I noticed the vanilla ones had these cute rainbow sprinkles.
Concert nails. [=
I finally made it back to the concert venue. I got a beer even though I am not supposed to be drinking right now. It didn’t bother my stomach too much, which is good. I just really needed something to help me loosen up so I wouldn’t be all weird and worried about other people. I just wanted to dance and have a good time and not be bothered with anyone else.
The opening act was Sleigh Bells. They came on at 7:30 and put on a half hour set. I was not impressed. I never liked them in the past, and I definitely did not like them live. There was barely anyone in the stands while they were performing. The Peppers came on around ten minutes ’til nine and put on a good show. I danced and had a good time. It wasn’t the best concert I have ever been to, but it was still pretty good.
The show ended at 10:30 and that is when my traumatic experience started. I blame the parking garage that I parked in, which happened to be attached to the Verizon Center. Long story short: a machine ate my money, I panicked, had a hard time finding someone that spoke English so I could find a manager, Nobody wanted to let my car out of my parking spot so I could get out of the garage, The guy in the booth gave me wrong change, my GPS couldn’t get a signal so I was stuck driving in circles downtown DC in the dark, and I had an anxiety attack trying to find my way around due to crappy GPS and it being dark. I was fine once I get on the highway because I knew where I was going then and I was able to calm down a bit.
So at the end of the day, I learned a valuable lesson — never take my car into downtown DC ever again.















