My dear friend Kim is the world’s best mom. I am the world’s second best.
Why does Kim beat me for top honors? Because when tickets for the summer’s hottest concert—the Jonas Brothers at Nissan Pavilion, for those of you lucky ducks who don’t have the words to “Burnin’ Up” burned into your brain—went on sale, she didn’t hesitate to buy a bunch. Why am I happy to be, quite literally, second banana in this rockin’ produce department? Because when Kim wound up with two extra tickets, I didn’t stop and think and wait and wonder (like I did the first time). I offered her double on the spot (she didn’t take it), and called it a day.
Or, to be accurate, I called it a date. With my older son, Casey.
See, both my sons are learning to play electric guitar and every afternoon they jack up their amps and jam with the Jonas’s. It’s an interesting sound, rather akin to the noise a cat might make if you bathed it in a blender. But at least they’re practicing. And I’m certain at some point they’ll get good and then my husband will stop running through the house, palms pressed to his ears, screaming, “Susan, what is that sound?”
The fact that there were only two tickets wasn’t too troublesome. Why? Because the day of the concert was also the first day of my younger son’s four day stay at shooting camp. Hallelujah for the nice folks at 4-H! Wonderful of them to coordinate with the people at the Nissan Pavilion, don’t you think? Yes, at the very moment my little guy would be taking target practice, Casey and I would be taking the opportunity to stock up on Jonas Brothers tee shirts. And CDs. And posters of Kevin, Nick, and Joe in all manner of “aren’t we cool?” and “come hither” poses, and one of a perky little brunette with a whole Punky Brewster-meets-Debbie Gibson thing going on named Demi Lovato.
Who? I asked my son.
Their opening act, mom.
