A Confession

In August 2010 I did something I’m not proud of.

What can I say?  We all have moments of weakness, times we aren’t thinking so clearly, when we do things we normally wouldn’t.

Okay, here it is.

I’m so ashamed it’s hard to even type this part.

I’ll just have to rip the bandaid off this one…

I confess: I saw Justin Bieber in concert.

You can see my ladies below, waiting for JB…

Before you pass judgment, consider this–we won the tickets from Kidd Kraddick–so really we were just taking advantage of an opportunity.  A free show.  Free is always good, right?

And, think about how selfless it was to take my daughters to see their favorite singer, no matter what my feelings were.  Now THAT is sacrifice! (Note Bieber in the background, in a floating steel heart.)

Okay…all that being said, I’ll grudgingly admit that the show was okay.  And Justin must be doing something right…there were about 20,000 people there and I have never, never heard anything so loud as all those girls screaming.  Their voices converged into the highest, most piercing note you can imagine.

I was incredibly impressed with my son, who fell asleep, and didn’t budge even when I thought my eardrums would burst.  You are the man, Ryan.

And now, just three years later, my daughters no longer like the BIEB.  At least that is what they claim.  They say they never really liked him that much, but I have pictures and video that prove otherwise, which I’m keeping tucked away to show future friends.

Take care, world…and Rock On, BIEB!