Squeeee! A Recap

If you were driving past Riverport last night and your car windows shattered, you can blame the throngs of squealing tweens who attended the Jonas Brothers show.

Maddy's daycare goddess, Becky, managed to score VIP Meet and Greet access for us (Becky, you RAWK!) The VIP area was held under tent inside a fenced and gated area over by the concessions. So we strapped on our red VIP bracelets and got in line with the other 300 VIPs and waited our turn.

Suddenly, a group of girls on the lawn thought they might have seen something that remotely resembled Nick, Joe or Kevin, and the crowd went wild. We were immediately surrounded on both sides by girls who were jumping, screaming, crying, and shoving their way up to the fence. Lynn and I immediately went into Mom Mode to protect Tori and Maddy from the crush, and told them if it got ugly, to head for the bathroom. Maddy and Tori were a little freaked out by the madness but they were strong and held their ground.

Security was doing its best to corral the herd and get the non-VIPs out of the area. I started helping by telling girls if they didn't have a bracelet, security would throw them out of the concert. A little harsh, but efficient. It worked on the majority; however, one girl stood her ground, gave me a haughty little shrug and said "whatever." I had to give her credit for seeing through my BS, and since she wasn't encroaching on my personal space, I let her stay. 30 seconds later, Security cleared her out. Sorry, honey.

After 15 minutes of mayhem, calm was restored. We finally made it inside the fence, stood in line for another 10 minutes, and finally, there they were. Joe, Kevin and Nick, patiently waiting for Maddy and I to show up so we could all be photographed with my HAIR. Seriously - I look like I just came back from a Dallas hairdresser. Maybe it was the fan blowing on me.

After that, we headed to the lawn, which by this time was packed. We found a relatively empty spot on the side, which was in quick walking distance to the bathrooms, beer and cotton candy vendors. I have found the secret to getting rich quick - sell a $1 bag of cotton candy for $7 and throw in a fifty-cent glo stick necklace. Instant ridiculous profit.

Avril Lavigne opened, and she rocked the house. Maddy sang along with a couple of her songs, and said "I didn't know that was who sang this, she's pretty!" She really is cute, has some decent music, and has managed to not turn into a tabloid queen like some of her peers (I'm looking at you Britney/Jessica/Ashlee).

And finally. The moment arrived. The lights went out, the entrance music started, they took the stage and the place erupted with the high-pitched shrieks of 50,000 preteens. And then my eardrums exploded.

The girls had a good time singing and dancing and taking pictures. Then they decided to amuse themselves by rolling down the hill. Of course, Lynn and I had to join in the fun, and it was cool to feel like a little kid again. Until I had to stop before I puked.

We left early to beat the traffic, got home at midnight, and fell into bed.

All in all, it was a great time, and for Maddy's first concert, we set the bar pretty high, what with the VIP treatment and meeting the band. I hope she doesn't expect that all the time, but I will do my darndest to make sure she has fun, even if it means rolling down a hill until I barf.

Check out Flickr for the rest of the pics.