The “I’m in love with a teenage boy band” diet

Yesterday was the long awaited One Direction concert here in North Carolina.  When I say long awaited it was Carter and her other fourteen year old friends who were about to jump out of their skin thinking about seeing the British boy band in person.  I was merely one of the three mothers who were necessary to chauffer the girls to the arena for the show.

We had been lucky enough to buy a box for the show at our school auction so not only did the girls have great seats all together, but we had a lounge area with food that had glass doors so that we mother’s could sit in club chairs and have the deafening sounded dampened about half of one decibel.  I was thrilled that it provided a good needlepoint spot and I was able to complete half of a roof for a gingerbread house ornament during the whole show.

I can remember being Carter’s age and being madly in love with the terribly short lived Bay City Rollers, of S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT fame.  The only difference is that I never got to see them live and even if they might have been playing a show within an hour of my house there was no way that I would have considered asking my parents to take me.  I was lucky if they picked me to go to the dentist, there was no way they would shell out the big bucks that concerts cost, sit in the ridiculous parking traffic of a big arena and endure the deafening screams of 25,000 teenage girls.

That is unless they knew what I learned last night.  Girls madly in love with a band forget to eat and lose all their appetite upon watching them sing.  Before going to the show our group of girls got together at one friends house to make their tribute t-shirts.  The Kim family made a big spread of food for them to enjoy before the show, but nary a chip was touched.  Once we got to the box we had a taco bar buffet, cookies, popcorn and the big “horn of plenty” that consisted of cheese, fruit, veggies dip and crackers.  The only thing the girls made a dent in was the popcorn and water.

For almost four hours they stood, bounced, danced, screamed and some even cried a little, but eating was not part of the evening.  As we left the arena I offered them food in the car on the way home, but they were too over come with emotion to eat.  This is certainly a diet I wish I had known about when my hormones raged big.

Needlepointing is not much exercise and no appetite suppressant.  But De and Hannah my other Mom driver friends and I did get up at the last song and danced with the girls.  By that point in the evening our daughters were so happy and thankful to us for taking them that they were not even embarrassed by our dancing let alone our existence.  I know it was an experience these girls will remember the rest of their lives.  Now if I can just remember this bands name and not keep calling them New Dimension I may remember it too.