After going through (what must have been) a longest working day in my life, my girl friend and I finally able to leave the office around 6 pm to go Nidji’s concert in Score - Cilandak Town Square (CITOS) only to find that it was raining heavily, the traffic was bad and there was no taxi around! Yikes! We need to queue up for several minutes until there was taxi in the queue line. We then hopped inside and stucked in traffic jam for 1.5 hours just to go to CITOS which is only about 7 km away. Argh! I feel so demotivated!

Anyway, things were getting better afterward. Especially after we attacked a plate of Vietnam fried rice, lumpia and teh tarik, our party mood suddenly lifted up beyond recognition. Being a very enthused fans, we went directly to Score to get the best seat err…I mean, standing place. If we thought that the show started on time just like our meeting in the office…boy, we were so wrong! The place was almost empty just like a mosque during the day. Welcome to entertainment world!

After few minutes standing around and feel a little bit out of place, we got bored and started to occupy one of the reserved table. One of the cute waiter came to evict us but after a second of persistent pleading and bullying (my girl friend really good at it), the waiter gave up and let us sit until the owner of the table come. Things were still pretty boring afterwards. The opening band (who lasted for 2 hours!) was also not my kind of band. I knew none of their songs, gosh, I felt so old…especially when the crowd cheered and follow the lyrics diligently whereas my girl friend and I exchanging “what kind of song is this???” puzzle look. Hihihi…

There were also two session of erotic dance which I found more interesting than the band. Four girls in skimpy outfit and (what must be) a sensual expression danced their almost naked body at the stage. It remind me of scene in CSI Las Vegas where one of the girl later on found mutilated in the alley. Anyway, please not to be concerned by my psycho thought and queer interest. The dance lasted for few minutes and afterward there were endless not-so-funny-games, and the boring band returned with more unknown songs, and erotic dance again and another game again and the crowd was getting thicker and when I saw my 17 years old neighbour’s daughter with her possibly 17 years old boy friend - I never felt so out of place in my life. I then started to feel veeeery sleepy and yawning endlessly. And when I was ready to give up and go home, the show begun! Yay!!

My girl friend dissappeared among the crowd faster than light and left me all alone. She wanted to take some pictures of Nidji (she said that’s her homework), which is ok - I could enjoy the show with singing and dancing all by my self. Being a solitaire at heart this is not a problem. And if you consider stomping feet whilst sitting in a high chair screaming as dancing and singing, well I was dancing and singing all night. Few feet away from where I was sitting, there was also a 3 years old boy sitting in the table in a room saturated by nicotines at midnight singing away on the top of his lung. Geez…speaking of modern parenting!

Anyway, it was altogether a great night. Nidji played all of their songs lively and I sang all the way. Giring (the vocalist) was great and the music was exactly like in the CD. We finished around 1 am and I found that Angelina has lost its power due to the numerous pictures I took. Fortunately we found a taxi right away.

I reached home around 1:30 am, take a bath, sleep around 2 am and woke up again around 4:30 am to start another working day with a headache, sore throat, hair smelled like an ashtray, husky voice and back to back meeting. I need to go to salon before it kills me. Ah, what a life!