Me and my Davie

As a general rule, I'm pretty unexcitable. I get stressed out fairly easily by my children, sure, but my personality is quite calm and serene otherwise. I'm never too down, never too up. I can get pretty charged at a Utah State basketball game or when I hear a good Pat Benatar song, but that's about it. I float through life on a calm, fluffy, uneffected little cloud and I look at those "passionate" type people with a mixture of annoyance, wonder, and fear. Last week, my mom (who, by the way, fits under the "excitable" column) and I went to the David Archuleta concert. Apparently I was the only even keeled person at the E Center that day. Well, me and the 90 year old grandmother who sat 4 seats down from us. Every other person, and by person I mean pre-teen girl or post-menapausal woman (because that's the demographic of most diehard Archie fans), was ubber excited to be there.

Don't get me wrong, now. I like David Archuleta. I think he is a very talented, sweet, likable young man and I hope he has a long and successful career. I was happy to be at the concert and I was very impressed with his ability to entertain such a large crowd. I did not, however, sing along to the songs. I didn't scream and fling my arms about when he came onto the stage. I didn't so much as head bob. I clapped after each song, yes. I looked at my mom a few times and said such things as "I liked that song" or "He has a good voice" but that was about as far as it went. Again, not because I don't like David and not because I didn't have lots of fun. I'm just not excitable.

Well, me and my unexcitable self were squashed in between a surprisingly hormonal 9-year-old girl wearing a gigantic David t-shirt, standing on her chair, flinging her arms about and screaming "I LOVE YOU, ARCHU!!!!" every couple of minutes and my mom, who was equally as hormonal and exuberant, minus the t-shirt and chair standing. I did catch sight of a pair of lacy granny panties flying onto the stage from my mother's direction, but I pretended not to notice. For those of you who don't know, my mom is a David groupie. This was her second concert in a week and she can make quite a scene when her David is perfoming. She dances, she sings, she cries when he looks in her direction. You know, typical 50-year-old grandma type stuff.

Anyway, we went to the concert, we had lots of fun, and we survived the shrill screaming of thousands of young girls. So, here are some pictures I took from our 5th row, center stage, floor seats. We were close enough to look up the young lad's nose, mind you. Lots of fun. Thanks for the ticket, mom!

I think he looks like a little monkey in this picture!

Don't I have some amazing photog skills? You want to hire me for your next family event, don't you.