I took the daughter and her BFF to the Kelly Clarkson concert last night. At nine years of age, they were not the youngest groupies there. For the most part, aside from the San Jose State students in attendance, the arena held a lot of women in the 35-54 year old demographic, with their tween and teen daughters in tow. Definitely not a lot of older men there.
You know that MasterCard "Priceless" campaign going? Yeah, that one. Here's my take:
Three concert tickets at $40 each plus $7.50 service fee = $142.50
Two T-shirts (child size) = $70
One popcorn, one hot dog, two sodas = $15
Two sets of earplugs at $1 an ear = $4
Glow sticks, lovingly requested by girls = Sorry, none for sale
Gas for the behemoth to get them there (and back) = $20
Being there while two young girls scream, "We love you Kelly" and sing along with her = priceless.
They had a blast, although they were definitely tired. On the way back, my daughter did what she always does when tired. She feel asleep. Her BFF did what I suspect is what she always does when tired. She talked nonstop.
Watching the crowd, the following ku came to mind:
Cresting teens wander
while aiming for nonchalance.
No one falls for it.