My Non-Workout at the Justin Bieber Concert

Three Pet Peeves of mine; People who bring very young children to night events, middle aged women who dress like they are thirteen year old fast girls, and performers who make audiences wait ridiculous amounts of time.  Sometimes I just have to blog off topic because something makes me crazy, so forgive me if this one does not help you lose weight.

For Carter’s fourteenth birthday she only wanted one thing, tickets to go see Justin Bieber, no party, no big celebration, just going to the concert with her mom.  If was a real present from me to shell out the aftermarket price and have to go and sit in a room with 30,000 screaming girls, but so worth it because it made my child so happy.

A few things helped the situation.  First Carter’s great friend Ashley and her mom also were going to Greensboro to see the Biebes so they rode with us in the car and we all enjoyed a very early dinner together before going to the coliseum for a 7:00 PM show.  We had an easy drive, found our way no problem and got there early enough that traffic, parking and the purse and ticket check did not take too long.

We ended up having great seats on an aisle in the fourth row and Carter could not have been happier.  Mission accomplished as good mother birthday wishes provider.

I was very hopeful that the Bieber’s people knew his audience so well because it was a 7:00 PM start time that the concert would be over by 9:30 and we could be home in bed by 11:00.  We knew there was one opening act, Carly Rae Jepson of “Call me Maybe” fame, but were surprised when at 7:15 sixteen year old Australian heart throb, and Carter’s favorite singer, Cody Simpson came out and sang about five songs.  That was a huge bonus.  The audience loved him.  Carly Rae followed fairly quickly and was a little bit of a let down, cooling the heighten temperature of the pubescent audience.

She finished around 8:15 and the lights came up.  JB was next.  We waited, the stagehands rearranged the set, and we waited. The college aged girls sitting in front of us were getting antsy.  The many four and five year old girls seated around us were getting antsy. Small children, no matter how much they profess their love for some teenybopper have no place going to a deafeningly loud concert at night.  One poor sweet toe-head girl seated two rows in front of us sat the whole evening with both her hands cupped over her ears because it was much too loud for her.  Her mother was too busy screaming for Justin to notice how much discomfort her child was in.

Justin made all these screaming girls wait over an hour from the ending of the opening acts so it was well past 9:30 before he started.  I know he is trying to be an adult, but his audience is not.  Please don’t make all these people wait.

Carter thought it was a great show, check.  The mother one row up in the next section did too because she jumped up and down so much that her size 18 peg legged cropped jeans with the giant studded pockets kept sliding over her giggling love handles and slipping down to crack level while her chest hugging tank top slid up.  She was oblivious to it as she sang to every song.  It certainly was a lot of exercise for that middle-aged woman.  Perhaps I missed my opportunity to turn this gift to my child into a work-out for me, but I think Carter was perfectly happy to have me be the only one sitting in our section not embarrassing her by dancing to the music.