On Saturday, my rather adult friends and I joined New England tweens to indulge in a little highschool-Barbieworld-meets-Beiber-fever.
Unexpectedly, the 16-year-old 'heartthrob' crashed my Taylor Swift concert and sent the hearts of 55,000 teenage girls (and their poor, unlucky parents) into overdrive. But not a single resident of 63 Berkeley was too pleased about his appearance. Please see Rachel trying to get into it and Arestia, simply, not:
I did capture a picture of the Beib if you are so inclined.
I must say: It was pretty heartwarming to see all these little girls swooning over this other tween. Heaven help the kid when he gets his first zit. It must have been like seeing the New Kids in '89.
Taylor put on a good show but I was underwhelmed with her performance. (Who am I to judge, right? Yea, but who cares.) It was the last night of her 15 month Fearless tour, so obviously girlfriend is tired. But, at this point, she knows the drill. We are very excited and paid LOTS of money (PLUS Gilette Stadium parking, bastards) to be here. She faked some tears which was unbearably cheesy and she has perfected a vacant deer in headlights look followed by a hair toss that made highschool cheerleading coaches across the stadium clap in ecstasy. Despite my complaints, we had a good time thanks to the majority of a container of box wine [which we shared with an actual mom] and a moderately good outdoor concert.
Good seats, no? Actually we had nosebleeds so we hung out in this standing room only corner all night.
The little girl with the Barbie doll is beyond precious! Also, you know you have Beiber fever now.
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