by ALEXANDRA GRAY
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” – Charles Dickens
The date was Tuesday, December 31, 2013. It was late evening. I arrived at Pier 94 on the lower West side of Manhattan with some Stanford folk, eager to listen to the musical styling of the Swedish DJ, Alesso. Having seen him over the summer at Electric Zoo on Randall’s island, I had high hopes for another great show. Security was tighter than I was used to, and my wait in the cold came to a close with the most intrusive pat down of my life. Ignoring my purse that I opened for her, the security officer jumped right into some second-base action. I didn’t even know her first name.