Not one of you wrote, called, or sent word by any means.
We needed them.
Not for the concert but for the 12 year-olds sitting directly behind us. The decible level was intense from those girls. They were very excited.
My friend Sunny and I took our 8 year olds to the concert as did every mother of a girl 6 to 14 in Illinois. Okay maybe not everyone, but it was jam-packed. The surprising fact was the number of Dads. There were more than a few.
Fortunately, Sunny let her daughter join the Hannah Montana fan club so she got pre-tickets and only had to pay the price on the ticket. There were people around us that paid a mortgage payment to be there.
There were the usual concert hassles (not much has changed since I used to follow Amy Grant like some people follow the Dead). Princess LuLu stepped into some snow with her glitter sparkle shoes and so she was a little whiney as we waited in the cold to get in, but other than that it was relatively nice.
I have to say this in the interest of full disclosure: I had a great time.
Honestly, if Sunny hadn't mentioned this concert to me I probably wouldn't have made the effort to get there. But it was a lot of fun. The crowd was made up of parents and their kids who were fun and funny. The music was clean with a girl-power slant and very up-tempo. The costumes were colorful and lacking in "sexy" or "skin". Miley mentioned God and Blessings more than once. Her encore was dedicated to her grandfather who had passed away and while she sang pictures of him and her flashed on the giant screens. It was very wholesome.
What's that? Do I have any pictures? Umm. Well, I was carrying my camera on the way in when two helpful policemen told me that I would never get in with it. I should just leave it in my car.
Of course, once we sat down I noticed that the person next to me and the person in front of me both had their professional-grade cameras with them. What's the word? UGH!!
I did get a nice shot of the cops who gave me this information: