Sitting in the Nosebleeds December 20 2016, 0 Comments
There was no turning back. I didn't think I would make it up to our seats - IN THE NOSEBLEED SECTION. I was carrying my coat under my arm with a glass of wine in my hand. I had one hand on the handrail as I walked slowly up the skinny stairs near the top of the arena.
At one point I dropped my coat and set my glass of wine on the stairs. It was every man for himself. I needed to use both hands to hold onto the handrail. Yes, I was that scared I was going to leave my wine.
But I sucked it up, grabbed my coat and threw it to my chair. I picked up my wine and slowly (crawling) made my way to the top. Thank goodness we arrived early so not many saw my fear. We were about ten seats from the top.
When I finally reached my seat I guzzled the two glasses of wine thinking I would relax. All that did was make me have to pee. It was only the second song of the concert when I realized drinking down the wine was a bad idea.
The concert had a fabulous light show with lasers, lights and fireworks. However, I didn't fully get to enjoy it as the flashing of the lights seemed to make my fear of heights worsen.
Plus the fact we were sitting in a section where everyone kept getting in and out of there seats. It was really quite annoying. Many didn't even wait for a song to be completed when they decided to get up.
After trying to hold off heading down those skinny stairs so I could use the bathroom, I could not hold on any longer. So I took a deep breath and barreled through my fear. I told my husband if I didn't come back don't send out the National Guard. I said, "Just stay and enjoy the show." I would met him at the wine concession stand.
But the Jeeper in me wasn't going to let a little fear of heights (okay a big fear) ruin my night, nor my husbands. I headed back up and fought back my fear. I figured I better get used to it if I ever want to wheel in Moab.