After resting and changing, we were off to the concert. It was at Meydan Racecourse, which was the only thing we did in Dubai that was truly off the beaten path and not accessible via public transport. We took an expensive taxi ride there thinking that, since the Racecourse is so fancy and new that it must have food venues where we could grab some dinner. It did, technically, but they were merely kiosks for Pizza Inn, KFC, and something else generic and pathetically Western. We downed two tasteless personal pizzas that cost more than we'd spend on two meals earlier in the day and found a place to sit for awhile until the crowd got big enough that we needed to secure our standing area.
And then we waited...and waited...and waited some more. In true diva style, "Dear Old Nicki" made us wait for an excruciating period of time, not appearing on stage until close to 11:30pm and only playing for 45 minutes. In addition, the only "opening acts" we were treated to was a group of marginally talented teenagers performing a few dance routines and some DJs from the local radio station promoting this concert playing Top 40 music to keep us entertained. When she did finally grace us with her presence, she put on a great show.
The crowd turned out to be entertaining in its own right, as well. There was a shocking number of kids clearly under 18 at the concert and a good deal of actual children, as well. For an artist who likes to curse and sing about sex as much as Nicki Minaj does, we were really surprised to see so many young people. Granted, they were with their mothers, but their mothers clearly had no idea who the artist was. My favorite was the woman who came up behind me and asked if her daughter (around 10 years old) could cut in front of us to go up to the barricade so she would be be able to see. Her reason? "We came all the way from Saudi Arabia to see this concert." Really, lady? First of all, your country is literally adjoining the UAE, so it would be hard to come from a 'closer' country. Secondly, I came from fricking USA/Malawi and will actually remember this event a year from now, unlike your pre-pubescent child. But you never asked about me. I must have looked like a native Emerati, with my European features and tight pants....
The last adventure of the evening involved the race to get a cab out of the venue. Someone in charge had set up a sign announcing the 'taxi queue' at one end of the circular drive when you exit the arena. We dutifully got in line and waited, but we soon noticed that 1) clearly no one had bothered to inform any cab companies that there would be hundreds of people wanting to use their services after the concert, resulting in almost no cabs going by and 2) those that did go by all already had people in them. As we got increasingly frustrated, Alaa decided to go see what was going on at the other end of the drive way. About 10 minutes later she goes by in a cab, gets out and yells at me "hurry, I got one" and we dash off before someone can steal it from us. Evidently, no one had bothered to inform the taxis that there was a queue specifically for them, either, so they were simply picking up people at the beginning of the driveway and leaving all the people waiting in line for them S.O.L. I would say surviving this event counts as Curveball #3.
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