Mariah Carey was late. Her outdoor concert was scheduled to begin at 8 p.m. but it didn't. I had expected a late start but at 8:59 p.m., I thought, surely, surely, it will begin anytime soon. What followed was another thirty plus plus plus minutes of me watching people watch other people; waving away bugs that formed a halo over my head; masturbshaking my legs; hearing round-the-clock announcements of the concert sponsors; and speculating what Mariah was doing at the moment. Perhaps she’s warming up her vocal chords? Having a “Sex and the City” DVD marathon? Talking to butterflies?