The Jonas Brothers at the Pond

Instead of playing poker with famous athletes and celebrities tonight at the Playboy Mansion, I was here, at the Pond Honda Center, with my daughters and thousands of other little girls who screamed for the Jonas Brothers like they were the freaking Beatles. I can't complain too much about our seats. Aside from the custom-made mosh pit crowd, we were pretty much sitting in the third row of the front floor section. And the boys put on a good show. It just wasn't my thing.

The crowd was overwhelmingly teenage and overwhelmingly girl and overwhelmingly devoted to watching every moment of live action. As a result, when I was served as the water and Gatorade runner to the girls, I noticed that, unlike every other concert I've ever attended, during the singing, there was damn near zero activity at the snack counters and the beverage carts. Walk right up. No wait for pizza and beer. If anyone was even drinking beer, that is. According to the lady behind the counter, almost no beers were being sold all night. I didn't buy any either. It just wasn't that kind of concert.

I'm going to post a few pictures and tell a couple of little stories about it tomorrow. The story about how we ended up in the third row, even though we didn't buy third row tickets, is a funny story, as long as you didn't drop big ducats on floor seats in the first nine rows. And there are some other funny twists, including how it became a Taylor Swift concert for one song. Well, two songs, sort of. That's another story. I'll save it for tomorrow. Maybe later if the boy arrives.