Monday, August 27, 2007

Cool moms love JT!

I'm not ashamed to admit that I went to see Justin Timberlake in concert a few weeks ago. It was a damn good show - although he used to be a boy bander, you've gotta give the guy some credit. He played both the guitar and piano in the show, danced, sang, and he's produced his own stuff (which many "good" artists have yet to do). However, as I sat in my extremely close to the stage seat with my $8.00 beer, I began to ponder two observations about the crowd.

1. The girls who wore the shortest skirts possible and hooker heels, with hair perfectly in place and make-up slathered on. For the record, I wore a tank top, jean skirt, and flip flops - standard concert wear. The craziest outfit I saw was a girl with shorts that barely covered her ass, a corset, fishnets, and what were easily four inch stiletto heels. It was hysterical because I knew that in the back of these girls' minds, each one was secretly hoping Justin would pick HER out of the crowd and fall in love with her. Or at least bang her in the back of his bus. And it wasn't just the younger set - I saw a ridiculous amount of 40+ year olds with boobs hanging out! I'm sure these ladies are also the "cool moms!" around their kids' friends (watch "Mean Girls" - you'll understand what I'm talking about).

2. The dads that were there with teenage daughters. I don't know about you, but my dad wouldn't be caught DEAD at a Justin Timberlake concert. He would very nicely drive me to and pick me up, but step foot inside the arena? I laugh in your face! However, I saw one dad who was escorting his 15 or 16 year old daughter and her friends into the arena last night. The girls were dressed in the aforementioned manner (and definitely not a manner my parents would ever let me out of the house wearing when I was that age), and the dad had that creepy look on his face. He looked like he was the type of dad who hugs his daughter's friends just a little too long when they come to visit.

The crowd was easily 85% female, so Chris banked around 1,000 good boyfriend points last night for surprising me with the tickets (and excellent seats) and then going to the concert with me. He didn't sulk or sit there looking bored, but it might have been all the beer he drank to make the concert bearable for him. I now can't complain until at least November about anything he does.

...and Chris yelled, "I'm sorry Britney cheated on you, Justin!" during Cry Me a River. All the girls hoping to sleep with Justin gave him dirty looks. It was awesome.

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