I went to the American Idol Tour concert last night and it was possibly the best concert I've ever been to. I know, lame-o! But really, for the price of one show I did get to see ten different entertainers, people, performers, kids, singing people. In 2003 when I worked as a nanny I was "lucky enough"to attended the American Idol show with Clay Aiken and Reuben Studdard solely to provide adult chaperonage for two thirteen year old girls. I know, on so many levels, OH MY GOD. But this show was much better, the stage was quite simple and the light show action was minimal at best. Clearly research has been done and the audiences really just want to hear the top ten contestants sing. And sing they did!
The show started promptly at 7pm and ended at exactly 10 o'clock on the dot. There was a semi-annoying almost-half-hour intermission at about 8:30 which separated the top six singers and the final four, Jason Castro, Syesha Mercado, David Archuletta and finally, David Cook. Everyone sang three songs except Cook, who sang four.
I have been a David Cook fan since way back in the early days of the 2008 competition. I liked his voice and musical style but now on an even larger scale I am blown away by his humbled comments and commitments to larger-than-Idol issues. On Larry King he said that he "kept in mind all that Idol was and also all that Idol wasn't" in referring to his larger cause, his brother Adam's decade long fight again brain cancer. It was really great to see a good singer who is so talented but also still maintaining as much of a REAL persona as possible.
The music was good. I had insanely great seats in the suite belonging to a certain local news station. I drank three beers and smiled like a silly child for three hours.
And then I came home with a pounding-headache that only comes from three hours of crazy strobe lights and loud music and I declared myself officially OLD. I took two Tylenol PM pills and slept without moving until Noah woke up at 7 o'clock on the dot declaring his imminent need for my boobs which I gave him and immediately fell back asleep. For twenty minutes.
It was really nice to wear something other than yoga pants and running shorts and stained tank-tops. It was especially nice to wear something that I haven't worn in over a year. Losing 47 of the 50 pounds of baby-weight has done something good for my self-esteem. Although I'm still working on the MILF-ness.
I had to get ready for the show with Noah crawling around underfoot. He chose this moment to stand up by himself for the first time!
So I just stood there and took his picture. And he stood for like, five minutes. Which sort of blew my schedule. But oh well! STANDING BABY! Applause! Woot!
Still standing.
And I thought it would be funny to toss my hair around in anticipation of what I'd be doing later on to get Noah to laugh, and somehow this moment of insanity was forever captured.
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I didn't realize how long my hair had gotten until I saw these pictures. Should my trim-cut be a pixie cut? You know, sort of like Katie Holmes? or sort of Ellen-like?