But it is a good place to prove those stereotypes that you try really, really hard to not repeat or believe in.
I got offered a last minute ticket from my friend whose softball team was going together (stereotype #1). The ticket was available because one girl was at a golf game (stereotype #2) all afternoon and got a little too drunk (not a stereotype. I had no idea you could tailgate at a golf match). The first softball girl that I met had arms that could crush a volkswagen and was wearing a shirt that said "you had me at homo." I didn't really know you had to advertise your sexuality at an Indigo Girls show - its kind of assumed. In addition to Ms. Homo/Hello there were mullets, rat-tails, spiky hair and awful, awful outfits (some including jumpers and skorts). And Doc Martins! (stereotypes #3-7).
But for all that, there were a lot of happy lesbian couples, a couple happy gay guy couples, and a couple hetero guys looking a bit overwhelmed and scared (they were obviously forced to attend by evil acoustic loving girlfriends. Perhaps they will get to play poker with their buddies tomorrow night to shake it off). A bit disturbingly though, directly in front of us was what I thought initially was a mother and daughter. Until the older woman in mom-jeans put her hand on the younger girl's ass. Wow! They cuddled later. There must have been a difference in ages of 20 years - dude, that's like dating your mom. Gross. I guess there are hetero-cougars and homo-cougars. Who knew?!
And, in the style of all concerts of 2008 so far, a drunk person in front of me puked, got up, and left it there. It smelled. :(