This isn’t the blog I had intended for a Monday morning following a Carrie Underwood concert.
And I’ve gotta say, I am royally pissed.
I’m not going to rant and rave, suffice to say this, no where in any literature does it say “large, professional cameras not allowed at the Brick Breeden Fieldhouse.”
And since when am I a “professional” photographer??
I arrived at the door with my Canon Rebel in hand, and was told I could not bring it in. But, this is Bozeman, and a college campus, so the door attendant walks me over the the second door attendant, where I can “check-in my camera.”
Now, this second door attendant guy was very kind, and I’m guessing retired and just working this gig as a volunteer.
Initially he takes my camera. I say, “Aren’t you going to ask my name? Where am I going to pick this up? Are you taking it to the check-in room?”
Turns out, he can’t leave his station, and I am not feeling comfortable leaving my camera in the hands of some random door attendant, nice or not, that has no way of identifying me or the Rebel.
He gives me directions where to take the camera - room 101 - down the stairs, to the left.
Here’s the deal. I could have totally walked into the main arena with my camera. Once I was past the second door guard, no one would know the difference.
And this damn blog entitled, “Authentic Life” holds me to a higher standard, so I begrudgingly did the right thing.
I went to room 101, and turned in my camera, then walked to my row 7 seats and was in a total and complete funk.
Sons of Sylvia came out first. They were a good rock -n- roll band, which was a funny lead-in for two country artists, but whatever, we went with it.
Then Billy Currington took the stage. He was cute, and had a darling little twangy voice.
Must have been somewhere after Billy and prior to Carrie while we were waiting for the stage hands to turn the stage “Carrie-like” that I noticed.
And when I noticed I was uber-pissed.
Turns out, two rows behind me was a gal with a camera JUST LIKE THE ONE I turned into room 101. And the guy right next to us had one too – and he was being very sneaky.
I was fuming.
Flat out pissed.
Why didn’t I keep my camera?
Why didn’t I sneak my camera in like these other yay-hoos?
Then I could show you the 15 costume and set changes, and the blue truck that circled the stage IN THE AIR, and how darling Carrie was.
I didn’t sneak in my camera because the name of this stupid blog. And being held to a higher moral-standard.
I did the “right” thing.
And this is what I have to show for it….
A whole lot of nothing.
Carrie was spectacular, as always, and beautiful as always.
But I’m going to sit and stew over the fact I have no photos…
Maybe tomorrow I will be back to my happy and authentic self…
Photo courtesy of my friend, Tessa, she was allowed to bring her camera!