Last Saturday, Steve and I met up with another couple at the Lincoln Financial Field for the Kenny Chesney/Tim McGraw concert. The concert started at 4:30, and we got there around 3:30 to do a little tailgating. Apparently, tailgating at this concert started very early in the morning, and we ended up parking a good 15 minute walk from the stadium. We hung out for a while, catching up with our friends before actually going into the concert. I particularly enjoyed sitting in a chair the whole time and not once having to chase a little kid. It was a nice break from parenthood.
Let me gave you a little background on country music and Philadelphia. It isn’t all that popular around here. We only have 1 country music station, and I don’t readily advertise that I am a country music fan. Steve is not. He is a great husband who does indulge me by being my date to these concerts. However, Kenny Chesney regularly makes a stop for a performance in Philly, and the event is usually sold out. Why not? It’s an all day party fueled with lots and lots of alcohol (water for me, of course).
As we headed over to the stadium, we witnessed the craziness of the day first-hand. I regret that I didn’t take any pictures! What was I thinking?! The parking lots near the stadium were filled with people, most of who couldn’t walk a straight line, stand at all, or even stay awake. The ground was covered in unidentifiable liquids. Beer bottles and water bottles littered the pavement. There were beer pong tables erected in parking spots. Porta-potties constructed out of plywood in the back of pick-up trucks. But above anything else that was overwhelming was the smell. The smell of urine baking in the sun made me so grateful to have parked far away from this madness.
Maybe my reaction is a yet another sign that I am getting old. Maybe it was because I was stone-cold sober, but it was still disgusting. We went in to enjoy the concert, despite drunk people being escorted out by security and a fist-fight behind us, but when we left, the trash all over the ground was still shocking. I just looked at all the empty bottles thinking that they will never be recycled. They’ll be thrown out and left to take up space in a landfill for a million years. Yes, you heard me right. It takes a million years for a glass bottle to biodegrade. So next time you’re planning a tailgate, please try to have a recycling plan in place for the day too. Drinking and recycling can go together.