Arrowhead stadium taylor swift seating chart

I was so nervous about this especially since every drop counts! I agonized over my plan for months but it all worked out perfectly in the end. I hope anyone going to a concert or similar event will find this helpful. I called Soldier Field three times just to make sure I got the same answers every time: I could bring in any bag (doesn’t have to be clear), a soft sided insulated cooler pack, ziplock baggies to fill with ice from concessions (can’t bring an ice pack), and my pumps were allowed in of course; I just needed everything inspected as medical equipment upon entry. I also packed a wet dry bag, milk storage bags, pump cleaning wipes, and the caps for my Elvies. I pumped 3 times while we tailgated. Luckily we could stay at the car so I could store milk in the large cooler of ice that we brought and charge my Elvies up. I also drank a ton of water and ate good. I had to try a few different entry points before someone knew what I was talking about and finally someone inspected my bag and let me into the stadium. It was about as I expected. I got my ice from concessions during the opener. Soldier Field has lactation pods but I didn’t want to miss anything so I pumped in my seat during the Lover era, around when my baby would be having her last bottle. The milk stayed nice and cold even though I was away from home from 1pm to 2am. I am so glad to have been able to enjoy the show and also make milk for my 7 month old! Now she can drink milk that was made in the presence of Taylor Swift ✨✨✨

Hi,
I’ve never been to a concert before, but I really want to go to Taylor Swift (Era’s tour) when the dates in my country are announced. Do you guys have any tips how I can go and have a good time (I am aware that I will crash but in my opinion it will be worth it). Should I look into accessible seating so I don’t have to treck a mile to my seat? And if so how do I go about getting accessible tickets?
Any tips for dealing with concerts with ME/CFS will be greatly appreciated

Hi!! Very desperately looking for AT LEAST 2 tickets for Taylor Swift at Sofi Stadium on August 9(8/9). I’ve never seen Taylor before and I know I’m not the only one but still mentioning it!! I live in MA and I went to Gillette and failed for tickets there, then tried MetLife and failed there (both almost three hours away from me). I decided to try for closing night since it’s the furthest out so I have more time HOWEVER since I live in MA I also need the tickets soon so I can plan accordingly for travel!
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hi friends! So my period stopped a month after being on T. I've been on T for 9 months now. I went to the taylor swift concert on friday with my sisters and I woke up saturday with cramps. I didn't realize they were cramps at first till like 3pm. Is this possible??? Could a stadium of 65k women and THE taylor swift effect my hormones this much??

I am taking my nieces to see Twice on 6 July and we need to return back to JKF after the concert. I've read that the roads get extremely packed, but apparently so does the train that connects the stadium to Penn Station via Secaucus Junction. I've never been to NJ and don't know if it's best to return into town by taxi or by train. Thanks for your thoughts.

Let me paint a picture for you.
Within a dark basement room, illuminated only by the pale blue of a setting sun, dusty paper and cardboard covers the floor, some of the paper has math equations and some has notes on history, some paper talks of the current economy and the government. On the floor, faint music can be heard, it blares the distinct sound of heavy metal and rock, but where is it?
In the back left corner sit two gerbils, one beige and one grey, the top of the 50 gallon tank collects dust, they may not have much in terms of human interaction, yet they have all they need inside the cage, a perfect bedding depth that is changed weekly, a big wheel, a sand bath, and all homemade cardboard toys from safe non-toxic glues.
Near the entrance to the room a love seat presses against a blue wall, yet this couch has not been sat on in weeks, instead it is home to more paper and pencils as well as half finished crochet projects that have been tossed to the side as they have never been finished.
To the far left side of the room, a fireplace can be seen, however, this fireplace has not had any fire in a long time, inside it hosts a wide variety of cobwebs, while ashes and dust scatter the bottom of it.
To the far right side of the room an old worn down altar can be seen, upon first glance the table could be mistaken for antique, yet on closer inspection you would find it is merely in awful condition. Around the table a wide variety of candles, paper, and dusty jars containing different ingredients are found. The candles come in black, blue, red, and yellow, as well as green, pink, orange, and brown. The papers are covered in chicken-scratch writing in what appears to be another language. Yet all of them list the same things, spells, the language is a mere alphabet known as Theban. The jars contain egg shells and snail shells, charcoal and ashes, colourful stones and preserved flowers, needles and rusty nails.
The centre of the room is home to a wall-mounted television, the last time the screen changed was the early morning, beneath the television is a cedar chest, on top of the chest you will find granola bar wrappers and peels of various fruits as well as pop cans and water bottles, beside the garbage is old dishes, mugs that have old half drank coffee and plates covered in maple syrup from old waffles and pancakes, this is easily the most lived in part of the room.
A few feet away from the chest, and next to the altar is a sofa, it seems to be the reason paper covers the floor as every time the cushions move a paper falls to the floor. On the far left side of the sofa, near the entrance to the room sits a 15 year old fat boy with messy blonde hair. Caked on grease covers his face as he stares down at a math sheet, a pen in his right hand and a calculator in his left.
The boy is attempting to solve math equations, yet he is so burnt out, that despite reading the question over and over the words do not seem to make sense. The boy looks down at his wrists, pink shiny scars stare back, a reminder of what happened.
His mind flashes memories, he remembers waking to police at 5, he remembers watching his brothers fights, he remembers the time people attempted breaking into his house to kill his brother, he remembers everything.
He remembers his mother saying she wishes she never had him.
The boy feels sick now, a knot in his stomach and he looks at the calendar hung across the room, he counts 18 days left of school.
The knot tightens, for the coming summer does not mean a time of relaxation and recovery, it means fighting and stress. This homework does not symbolize a chance at passing, it symbolizes a failing future.
He reads the question again, “Solve using either elimination or substitution. Be sure to write a therefore statement. Check the solution using a LS/RS chart for both equations.
4x - 3y = - 2
2x + y = 8”
He knows what to do, all he has to do is pick up the pencil and write, but he seems to be frozen, staring at the page.
A lady walks down the stairs, “Are you doing your homework?” She asks.
“Yeah… Yeah, sorry I’ll get to it.” He starts writing but stops, the steps to solving it have gone, he’s forgotten everything.
The lady walks away, angry, the boy lifts his pencil, he swiftly lowers it to his ankle, he lifts his pant leg and slices, the burning sensation of a scratch covers his leg as it begins to form a long red line, it matches all the others, scars and scabs, scratches and cuts. Fresh and dry blood.
A sense of relief fills the boy, he lifts his pencil and goes to solve the equation, but again, he forgot it.
Instead he picks up his phone and begins to type, he describes the room he is in, he describes what he just did.
The lady comes back, it’s his mother, yet he doesn’t consider her one, she screams at him, tells him to get back to work, he heard the words, but they don’t seem to make sense, as if his brain has stopped translating the language.
And he describes it as it happens.
And then he posts the story as he feels fresh blood from the new cut trickle down his leg.

Why aren't any concerts held at the Michigan Stadium? It's the largest stadium in the US (3rd largest in the world!) with over 100k capacity, so is there any reason why many big artists like U2 or Taylor Swift ignore this stadium? Just curious.

ISO 2 tickets for Taylor Swift in Cincinnati either night. willing to pay face value or a little over. any seats. paypal G&S only. please help my little sister and I see taylor for the first time!