Last night’s Justin Timberlake concert was, like, oh. my. god.
There was no food involved, and weak-ass Captain and Cokes for $11.00 at The Garden*, but that’s as far as I can go relating this post to culinary. I just feel like sharing–and I don’t keep a diary! (Does anyone anymore?).
Dude. If you want to really impress your daughter, bring her next summer to JT, who returns in July. He really loves Boston. He said it a lot. I believe him.
If you want to surround your son-or daughter–or non gender specific child, with an 8:1 ratio of hyped up teenage girls, bring them to a JT concert.
If YOU want to be surrounded by thousands of screaming, dancing, filming, cheering, swooning girls of all ages, go see JT.
If you love incredible choreography, Motown-esque inspired sex-music, amazing videography, a bad-ass orchestral horn and background vocals, go.
If you like concerts that are two+ hours of non stop stupid-energy, with amazing vocals and really HOT people, and a stage extension that floats along and through the entire Garden, bringing this mega star within a few feet of your (daughter’s) face, do this thing.
If you want to feel, just a little bit (ok a lot) like a silly, smitten “kid”, like, I’m so serious, OMG.
(If you DON’T want to sit in front of loud 40 year old women from Southie screaming, “He classy as a motha-fuckuh”…)
*I don’t care how many dollars you throw around, as a big-ass money-grabbing bank, it will ALWAYS be Boston Garden.
Just sayin’
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