After a whirlwind trip to Europe-more updates to come over the next week-I arrived in Ithaca at 6 pm last Sunday. Completely dazed and jetlagged, I had completely forgotten (rather, wrongly assumed) that Girl Talk, the mash-up DJ sensation, was set to perform in Barton Hall at 7 pm.
A friend welcomes me home…and offers me an extra ticket to the sold out concert. Reluctant at first, Ryan’s “carpe diem”/once-in-a-lifetime speech wins me over, and I decide to go to the concert, skipping a much-needed post-travel shower (you know how you always feel so gross getting off a plane?). Not that this would matter, since the huge crowd reeked of sweat anyway.
My friend Katy and I were bumped back and forth in the crowd for 10 minutes before we decided to take a water break and dance in the periphery. Why make like a sardine when you can rock out on the sides, with a 5-foot radius for your dancing pleasure? We stay on the edges, busting out our unique dance moves, minding our own business (”dance like no one’s watching…” possibly the most popular quote among high school girls). Before we know it, a girl working the show pulls us over and asks, “Hey, would you guys like to go up on stage?” Um, is that even a question? We get the wristband hookup, and make our way on stage.
Girl Talk was amazing. The biggest and best dance party of the year. Every song/sample was geniusly matched, with a mix of old and new. I managed to snap a shot from stage:
This morning, I got an email from my friend Scott. Attached:
That would be yours truly tripping out in the back. Proof that Cornellians know how to have a good time.
