this christmas i received what every white, middle class, mid-twenty year could hope for. jay-z tickets to the magna carter world tour at the barclays center. not only that, my mom bought them for me and accompanied me. it was amaze balls. but first, let's recap our journey to get there.
we (my mother, myself, and my hipster sister cassandra all patrons of the concert) decided to go down to atlantic avenue early so we could eat before the show. we said we'd leave at 6, eat, and make it perfectly for the concert that started at 8. (cassandra will later say she was never part of this conversation, but she was) mom has an obsession with the marriott and wanted to eat there, which was fine with me (until we also discovered just how far apart the 2 locations were).
the day of the concert i wake up, watch some one tree hill, fry chicken cutlets for phils lunch, shower, and get dressed. it's now 5pm and i tell phil to drive me to my mothers. he doesnt understand why i need to go to her house an hour early, but i explain that they will need a fire under their asses to get moving. sure enough, i get there and my moms on the computer and cassandra is m.i.a.
mom gets ready in record timing, but we still have no idea where cassandra is, and shes left her phone at home (the steam is rising in my body at this point) at 615 i am convinced we are skipping dinner and will have to now wait for her to arrive, whenever that may be, and just head to the concert. at 630, she graces us with her presence. SHE'S NOT EVEN DRESSED. at least she was showered, so it cut her getting ready time in half (which was fine because mom was in the kitchen frying eggs for the dogs anyway).
we get into the car and i tell my mom to take flatbush, the obvious route to the barclays. she insists that shed prefer to take the belt to the bqe to the atlantic ave exit, to avoid stop and go on flatbush. i dont get it, but we drive on. were on the belt for about 30 seconds when we hit a hole that must've been formed from an asteroid hitting earth. this was immediately followed by 3 smaller holes. as we slow down and realize the tire is losing air quickly i notice 7 cars pulled over, all changing their tires. RIDIC. we get off by clementes and have 2 options. call AAA or call someone to help us. (keep in mind we're already running late and these two momos still want to eat) i call phil, who was probably just setting himself up to watch a movie. he comes and changes the tire all in good time. its about 730, we venture on.
we park on dean street and they see a diner. its too close to show time, and i let them know, that if i miss him coming on stage, i will kill them. they didn't seem alarmed as we ended up eating in the diner across the street. i thought itd be better to use the bathroom here than in the barclays. to get to the bathroom you had to go into the basement (that had an unusually short ceiling), through a storm door, and a small hallway. i went quickly before this night turned into the opening scene of an SVU episode.
we walk the 4 blocks to the barclays and its about 830. this was my first time there. its a pretty awesome venue. so brooklyn. once we were in the building i felt better. we got our drinks and headed for our seats. 45 minutes later (yes at 930) jay comes on stage, and the rest is history.
what a fucking show. honestly. its just such a good vibe. like partying with thousands of people who are relating to the music in different ways, but appreciating it all the same. an hour and a half later it was over. my 6th (must be 6 by now) jay-z concert had finished. for a night that started off with uncertainty, it surely ended up big pimpin' (see what i did right there).
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