concert security: the new tsa

On a sidenote, I have a fantastic contribution post from Jillian coming later today as soon as I can upload photos again. Woo.

On a not-so-sidenote, I would like to tell you about my brush with concert security last night. I've been to a few concerts in my life and they truly seem to take "security" lightly. I've had my purse looked through, I've been patted down, but I easily could have snuck in a flask or chapstick without batting an eye. I keep my camera in my purse at all times, it doesn't mean I am going to make a scrapbook of the concert I am seeing. To be honest, if I want a photo, I'll use my cell phone (which they don't mind letting in at all).

Last night Zack and I went to see Everlast. Remember him? Whitey Ford? He was amazing! However, upon entering in the venue, the security girl asked if she could look through my purse. No big deal, I left my box cutters home, so I handed it to her.

She pulls out my lotion.

"Is this just lotion?"

"Yes."

She pulls out my lip balm.

"Is this just lip balm?"

"Yes..."

She pulls out my biotin pills."

"What are these?"

"They make my hair grow." Under my breath: Would you like to see my birth control? Let me tell you what that does.

She shifts through a little more and pulls out my eye drops and my other chapstick (wow, I really am a pharmacy) and some under eye make-up, asking me each time if it is "just" the product. Then she gets to my camera.

"Oh you can't take this in."

Okay. So I take it back to the car. And then I return with just my jacket (I figured why not save her the trouble of going through my purse again) and she doesn't even pat me down, just waves me in.

Really? I could have just put my camera in my pocket!

In the meantime, Zack is waiting for his pat down while they kick out a girl who can't even stand up ("Blame it on your heels!!" her friend yells) while her boyfriend holds her up looking sad.

It was then I realize that I am old. And I'd much rather stay in bed watching documenteries on ghosts all night.

Good thing Whitey Ford sung the blues.

THE END.