Well, he bought me tickets. Pretty good tickets. As my friend and date Sara pointed out, we were close enough to see their armpit hair.
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I had bever been to a "screaming" concert before. I had been to Sarah McLachlan, Lilith Fair, Avril Lavigne and various other girly-artists. But this was a whole other level of cool.
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I screamed and danced and sang along. I went crazy (mild understatement) when Donnie came into our section and held my hand and sang "Tonight."
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Their setlist was about two dozen songs and nearly as many costume changes. We did not get out of there until after 11 pm, at which point I was not really sure if I would need hearing aids for the rest of my life. Or whether iBean would be screaming in the hotel room for my sisters, who were babysitting her, since I had been gone for five hours.
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But it was all worth it. iBean slept the entire time I was gone. And I got to experience being a 13-year old again, with significantly less acne and no worries about the legal issues of the Kids & Boys being over 18 while I wasn't.
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[caption id="attachment_658" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Right Back Atcha"]
The T-shirt I bought says "Once in a lifetime." I would not complain if it was twice.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJs6yGedpvM]