|On August 20th, 1999, I went with my friend Samantha and her very cool mother to the Ice Palace in Tampa. The show itself was amazing, but, as far as shows can go, rather uneventful. We came, we watched, we drove home. The 3 hour attempt to get to the concert was what made it especially memorable.
Before we left our hometown of Satellite Beach, Florida, my Mom told me I had to go the elementary school to pick up my little sister from school. No big deal, I go to the car loop, put her in the car, go home, and then I would be on my way. I go to the school, but no sister. I parked my car, and began walking around the hallways searching for her. I asked the janitor if she'd seen a little dark-haired girl, no luck. I went to the front office and asked if they had seen my sister around. (I picked my sister up many times before, so they knew who I was.) Again, they said they hadn't.
|Almost half an hour goes by, I am driving around on the streets between the school and my house, looking for my sister. I am starting to panic now, "What if she's been hit by a car?" "What if she's been kidnapped?" Finally, I go home to tell my Mom that I can't find Beatrix, I walk into the living room, and Beatrix is sitting there, calmly watching cartoons and eating cheese puffs! I blew up at her, because not only was I worried about her while she'd been sitting here the whole time, but now my precious time schedule was completely thrown off track. She had decided to walk home on her own after waiting at the school bus loop for maybe ten seconds.|
|I called my friend Sam and we were on our way. Sam came by to pick me up, and she, her mom, and I began driving. Now, because of this time delay of nearly an hour, Samantha had to gun it all the way there. Just as I thought everything would be okay, suddenly traffic began crawling at 20 miles an hour. I didn't know whether it was just rush-hour slowness, or if there was an accident up ahead, but either way, we were freaking out. Well, all except for Sam's mother, who was calmly lying down in the backseat of the Neon, smoking a cigarette. I had been waiting for this show for months, and to have it all thrown out the door because of other drivers on the road was just too much! FInally, the traffic cleared and again we were on our way.|
|Now, the plan had been that we were going to go to a hotel (without reservations,) check in, take our stuff to the room, change our clothes, and then head to the Ice Palace. Trouble was, now that we were almost in town, we couldn't find any reasonable hotels, and the show was starting in less than an hour! We did the only thing we could do under the circumstances: pulled into a very ghetto, very scary Greyhound Station a few blocks away from the venue, and change in the bathrooms. Of course. The lines of people waiting in the station gawked and pointed at us the entire time we were in there.|
|Isn't it every day that you see three women walk into a Greyhound station bathroom carrying duffel bags and wearing cut-off shorts and ratty tank tops, and then ten minutes later walk out in long skirts and too much makeup?? Sam, her mother, and I might have looked like schizophrenic FBI agents, but we were on a mission.|
|After getting back in the car and paying too much money to park in a parking lot (read: "mud puddle"), the 3 of us followed the other concert-goers into the Ice Palace. We bought some food to eat, since we hadn't any time to eat before the show, and then we found our seats in the large arena. Looking around me, I saw several people I knew from high school. It was strange to think that the same people who had treated me like an outcast all those years felt so similar to me that they felt they could listen to the same music as I did.|
|The show soon started, and everyone grew quiet. I had seen Tori once before, while I was in high school, but never Alanis. I was very eager to see her perform live. She came out onstage, her long brown hair flying behind her, and began the show. It was really energetic, and I stood up and danced and sang along. It was so much fun. Then Tori walked onstage, and again, her music drove me to tears at times, and other times sheer joy. At the end of the show, we walked back to Samantha's car, and drove back home. I really loved that show, the emotional ups and downs that are caused by a musical performance never cease to amaze me!|