I had never been to a concert or music performance that did not involve an artist or a group signing before and was absolutely at a loss for what to wear. I had not been the venue before – Webster Hall, the biggest nightclub in New York City and had no idea what to expect. It turns out the concert was in the nightclub portion of the club and I according to everyone around me DJ Carnage killed it.
Why do I say everyone around me? Because, I did not have a good time. I am chalking the night up to a positive one because I was with friends but I learned that this type of venue, this type of live music, and this type of crowd all do not mesh well with me. I was in a mob of drunk, sweaty, and possible drugged teens and twenty somethings who acted like there was not a care in the world and there mission was to step on people and spill drinks. This is never my kind of scene coupled with the fact that I was also drastically overdressed – overdressed in both the classiness and sophistication departments as well as the actual amount of clothes I had on. To give you a better sense, this is what I wore and this is what other girls wore:
You don’t believe me? Well, unfortunately I did not stop any drunk, sweaty strangers and ask them to take pictures with me nor do I want to stalk Facebook for people who tagged themselves at the event and then post my pictures on my blog, so you will just have to take my word for it. You can, however, find this lovely picture of me and a friend who was more appropriately dressed for the event. See? Epic fail.
I came, I went, and I will never go again.