For her birthday in late summer the granddaughter got tickets for the December 21st Justin Bieber concert in Birmingham. My daughter and I were elected to take her to the concert, which was only fair, since it was our idea to buy the tickets.
We planned for months, had everything scheduled, plotted and worked out. Piece of cake. Yeah right. What could possible go wrong? Well, let’s see. First the concert fell on the day the doggie was scheduled for the groomer. She had to go for her Christmas do, that could not be put off. So the plan to spend the night before the concert in Birmingham had to be cancelled.
Then we forgot to pick up the premier parking ticket, so that took another hour.
Next we locked the car keys in the house (I’m being nice it was my daughter that did it) and us outside the house, that took another hour to solve.
We used driving directions printed from the internet, they had us exit at the wrong place, got us lost in downtown Birmingham and cost another hour.
Still, we were at the venue early, so we walked around and found where Bieber’s tour bus was parked. There was crowd waiting there for him. Granddaughter stood in the cold for an hour and a half hoping to see him and finally they heard a security guard say he was already inside.
I found a quiet, peaceful spot in the bar at the hotel down the street, ordered a Bieber Fever, which turned out to be a Mimosa, and sat with my Alphasmart working while my daughter and granddaughter enjoyed the concert.
The concert, according to the GD, was fantastic, the music fantastic, the show fantastic and Justin Bieber totally awesome. Daughter and GD were both worn out by the time it was over. Granddaughter had lost both her voice and her heart. Yep, she was in love with Justin Bieber. Definitely Bieber Fever.
Oh to feel that special puppy love that allows a little girl to dream of her knight in shining armor. She slipped a note to Santa the next day asking for Justin for Christmas. He deliver a tee-shirt instead. Smart Santa.