Light Bulb Moment...

I had a "light bulb moment" tonight. Nothing really that major, but an AH HA moment none the less. Or maybe it is more of a "pat myself on the back" moment? I'm not sure...but it stemmed from an "I'm so pissed off I almost can't see straight" moment...

Being the most awesome mother that I am, I agreed to take Kailey and her friends to the Taylor Swift concert in Pittsburgh on the 18th (this weekend). I did this back in like February or March. Can't quite remember when tickets went on sale....anywho. I got a ticket for myself because I was not quite comfortable taking 3 15-year old girls to the big city and just dropping them off at Heinz Field for a night. Call me overprotective or whatever, but obviously the other parents felt a little of the same because they were happy I was getting a ticket and going (not that they offered to chip in on my ticket since I agreed to take them or anything...whatev.) Plus I like Taylor...she's cool. Her songs don't totally suck.

Well, here we are. A few days from the concert and this is what I know:
1. I have tickets.
2. The concert is Saturday, June 18th
3. I'm driving

ummmm...yeah...that is pretty much it. LOL

So, today the 3 girls get together to make t-shirts and talk about what's going down. Not with me mind you. You know, since I'm just a mom taxi *eyeroll* I had talked to one of the other mothers earlier in the day and determined that the concert starts at 7pm and the gates open at 5:30pm. This is a ticketed concert. No GA. We already have our seats. So, being the SANE non-teenage person I'm thinking if we roll up to Heinz Field by 5pm or so we are golden. Right? RIGHT? We say that leaving town around 2pm would be fine and give us time to eat before the show. Awesome.

Tonight, my daughter gets a text from the other girl going...something like this, "Me and XXX talked and decided with our parents that we should leave no later than 11am for the concert."

Huh? 11 AM....AM?! As in 8 HOURS before the concert? 8 HOURS?!?! It take me approximately 1.5 hours to drive to Pittsburgh. Takes, what, an hour to eat? What in the HELL are we going to do for another 5 HOURS?
OHHHHHHH we are going to stand in a line and scream in an ATTEMPT to get pit tickets and go backstage.....ummmm OK.

Am I a prude? Am I ancient? I know I didn't go to alot of concerts when I was young. I just remember that the ones I did go to, I was just happy to GO! I wasn't barking orders to the adult who was KIND ENOUGH to take me. I think that is what pisses me off more than anything...this 15 year old girl, who IS NOT MY DAUGHTER by the way, is trying to tell me what to do. Yep. That is what pisses me off the most LOL

And the funny part in all this? My daughter is on my side with this. She thinks is goofy as hell to think they are going to be chosen out of hundreds of screaming tweens and teens. She just wants to go to the concert. God bless her. Either I have raised a wonderful sweet young lady with lots of common sense or one that is scared to death to act like a bratty know it all teenager. Either way, it's win win LOL ***light bulb moment*** {{{pat on the back}}}

This is where I'm at. Mad. Dreading this concert because of the logistics. I'm centimeters from the point of just asking for my tickets and telling them to find their own way there. We'll see them in the seats. Meh.

Wonder what I'll get talked into....I guess you'll have to tune it next week folks!