Crowded

Yesterday was the national holiday, and I went with my friends PM and SC to a huge concert to see a big band at a former air base at the edge of the city. It was a whole-day holiday affair, being a Friday, and we did it up nicely with beers and an all-afternoon barbequeue on PM's deck before jumping on the subway and heading up to the show. And it was chaos by the time we got there -- we got split up when we exited the subway and headed for the shuttle buses, which were packed to the roof like everything else but which nonetheless got us to the show. Once we got there we were tied down in the beer lineups, waiting for the main act to come on, which they eventually did, and eventually SC and I were able to worm our way up to the absolute front of the crowd where we partied like we had no idea because essentially we had no idea.
It was probably the largest crowd I have ever been in, and an homogeneous one at that composed almost entirely of 20something working class and small town hosers. I was overcome by a similar feeling as had almost felled me the previous evening of being an ill-fitting outsider with no connection to the group, even though the group was so different. It is as if no matter the nature of the group, I want to belong, and I do not fit in.