This Gal is off to a Gig

Today is a day for firsts.

Today I am going to the O2 in London to watch Adele in concert.  I have never seen her before and I have never been to a gig at the O2 before either.  This is the first of two gigs that I am going to this year…. In April, I shall be returning to the O2 to see Muse, I’m well aware that they are polar opposites, but then my music tastes, like my film and theatre tastes are eclectic.

I am going with a great friend and her sister.  She is driving, so Mizz Fizz shall be staying home and I shall be taking my faithful cane.  My friend has been several times before and we are going early to have a leisurely meal before the gig starts.  So I am not concerned about the ‘getting there’ bit.

However, the closer it gets, the more anxious I feel myself getting….  It is a completely unreasonable emotion, I am with a friend who I can be myself with, who will happily help if I need her to, I am not having to tackle any form of public transport, I have a designated seat, unlike some of the gigs I went to while at Uni, seeing some amazing bands at Rock City and The Southampton Guildhall.  Yet, here I am feeling my stomach tense and twist.

I have been to the O2 before, I went for dinner several months ago after having a flight on The Emirates Cable Car from Royal Docks to North Greenwich.  I know the space and how vast it is.  I never visited when it was The millennium dome, something, now with all its restaurants, cafes I am sure would have be amazing.  I haven’t seen the arena, the bit where the gigs are, not that doesn’t matters.  Each is set up differently dependant on the entertainer.  So, I ask again; 

Why am I feeling like this?

The ‘little girl’ in me is irrationally concerned about silly things, like….. 

What if I need the toilet?  

I am able to go myself, I have no issues there…. Well, maybe just one; 

How do I find it?  Is the arena going to be like the auditorium in a theatre?  Will there be lights on?  Will I have to navigate stairs?

I shall go to the loo before it starts, I am sure I will be absolutely fine…. But this is how my blind mind thinks.  It’s how I find myself in the state I am in right now, it is how I find myself writing this.  Somehow, putting it down in print makes me realise just how silly I am being.

I was tempted to hit the delete button, to erase the whole thing, to hide from you all.  But, actually that wouldn’t achieve anything.  My blog is as much for me as it is for you the reader.  

Plus, this post is just crying out for a follow-up tomorrow!


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