Sipping from a lukewarm can of sugar-free Rockstar, I surveyed the bleak scene before me, watching smoke machines billowing out into the nothing that surrounded them. At 9 PM, the concert's scheduled start time, there was virtually no one at the event. A weekend without rules; a weekend without adults. Rockstar Energy Drink logos were everywhere, as were representatives of the brand, throwing beach balls and trucker caps into the sparse crowd. When you look into the eyes of the average attendee, drunk at 1 PM on a weekday, you see nothing, only yourself staring back. In my meandering, I came across a green-haired girl who told me this was the smallest crowd the event had seen in years. I looked around to see if anyone else was suitably horrified by this exchange; no one was.
But he had postponed his appearance until the next night because, according to the venue's bouncer, he "thought it might rain or some garbage.
I Went to Spring Break as a Grown Ass Woman
There is a lit that never goes out, fam. I watched as a man leaned back on a platform and fingered his lady, the smoke circling them making it appear as though they were in a war zone, and thanked God I, in a literal sense, am too old for this shit. When you look into the eyes of the average attendee, drunk at 1 PM on a weekday, you see nothing, only yourself staring back. Sign up for the best of VICE, delivered to your inbox daily. But the adults, like the ambulances, are always a stone's throw away, there if necessary—Lake Havasu City also acts as a tourist destination for middle-aged water sports enthusiasts, who share the space with spaced-out youths. Next time, bring a can of Rockstar Energy Drink and get in for half price. As time passed, more spring breakers trickled in, but the crowd never grew to more than a few hundred.