21 October 2019

A QUICK TRIP BACK TO WASHINGTON D.C.

D.C. AND I HAVE HISTORY

In 2014, my best friend and I visited Washington D.C. for the first time. It was freezing. Our sole purpose for being in the country's capital was for a band. They call themselves The 1975. That night was a night to remember. It hadn't been a good year for me. I had been battling depression for years. I was at my breaking point. 2014 was one of the toughest years of my life. On December 2, 2014, my world would change in a cinematic way. Something magical happened that night. I became a riot.

My first trip to D.C. was very cold and almost traumatizing. I had just lost my job and couldn't afford to go. I hadn't known a D.C. winter before my arrival. I was ill-prepared for that winter day and night. We walked the long way to the venue because we couldn't find any monuments. We had fun on our way to the venue. Then night fell.

The night had become so cold that my toes felt like frostbite began to form. My best friend and I waited on the line outside of Echostage. We were enthusiastic. At the same time, I was ready to walk off the line because I went from simply shivering to convulsing where I stood. The moment we got inside the venue, we began to sweat instantly. It was a sauna. The general admission show would wound up being a show where concert-goers would begin to pass out like the domino effect.

Fast forward halfway through the show. The time came for the band to perform "Robbers." Matty sang "be a riot 'cause I know you" and something shifted inside of me. I had spent half the show crying. Then Matty sang that lyric and it had been the first step to curing my depression. It was like he has sung directly to me. That shift felt like an earthquake coming from within. I wanted to be a riot.

We made our way back to the bus terminal when the show was over. My best friend remained alert while I fell asleep on the floor waiting for a bus. We were waiting for a 5 a.m. bus but managed to talk the driver into letting us on the midnight bus. We were cold, hungry, and tired. At that moment I had enough of Washington D.C.

 BACK TO D.C., WE GO

Although the second time's the charm,  my first experience in D.C. made me want to stay away from the nation's capital.  Regardless of my feelings, my best friend bought two tickets to see The 1975 again. Admittingly, I started the day less than thrilled. I didn't want to go back, but I put on my big girl pants (slip dress) on and tried to keep an open mind. The ride there made me antsy, but that's not unusual. First stop, food. Second stop, adventure.

During our first trip to D.C., we didn't get to see any monuments. It's only fair that we made it our business to do so this time around. Because I had been back to D.C. a second time to visit monuments with my university, I remembered how to get there. After we ate, my attitude had begun to take a turn for the better. I tried to keep an open mind.

I was so excited to see the monuments on a warm day. I have only ever had cold experiences in this city. The Lincoln Memorial has been a favorite since I was child. It's the one we see in movies. It's the one that makes the earth look small. I was more than excited to be back and say hi to President Lincoln. I was also excited to see the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. I took a couple of fun photos and then mimicked his pose. Thank you for everything you've done Mr. King. I salute you. We saw many other monuments on our walk towards the venue where the concert was being held. I began to see D.C. differently. The District of Columbia isn't bad when one is properly prepared. I would go again sometime.

THIS IS THE ANTHEM

When we arrived at the venue, there was a massive line that was practically taking over the water front. We didn't want to wait in such a long line. We were too excited to get in and see our favorite band again. We managed to get passed a rude security guard to ask someone who seemed to want to help. It turns out that our tickets allowed us to get in before the line.

Once we got past security screening, my eye popped wide open. It was my younger emo self's dream venue. I may have become more excited about the venue than the band in that moment. Once again we need more food. After we ordered vegan chilli dogs, we went to find our seat. They had the perfect view. They were high, but they weren't nose bleed seats. In fact, our seats hovered above the staged and and was situated next to the stage. We would find out that we had amazing seats and we could see everything clearly.

There were two opening bands for The 1975. Both bands had me dancing in circles. I was unfamiliar with the first, but had managd to hear music from the second band. The party really started when The 1975 hit the stage. The visuals for each song had me mesmorized. Matty, the lead singer, danced around the stage with his dancers and for fun. All I truly needed was to hear my favorite songs. He even blessed the audience with a song he hasn't played in a long time. According to him, that song is played special for D.C.'s grunge scene. That night is a night I'll never forget. Thank you to the band and my best friend. This trip wouldn't have happened without her.

On December 4, 2014, Matty sang, "Be a riot 'cause I know you." Something stirred inside me and brought me back to life that night. Five years later, I saw my favorite band for the third time with fire in my soul. I am a riot. D.C. was a riot and life is but a dream in those moments.

I've always followed the music and the music has always given me a new adventure. I can't wait to see where we go next.
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