Saturday night I took Davis to her first concert. I know, I know. She's only six. {I was 17 for my first concert.} But it's not like we were rocking out to Kesha or Rhianna. Who by the way, require me to switch the station when they are on because the lyrics make me blush. No. We are talking sweet Taylor Swift here. Great performer. Great concert. Great tickets. Great time.
There were 9 mums and 11 kids who went. We traveled in style in a party bus/limo. It was so much fun, absolutely no stress having to deal with traffic + parking.
The concert was suppose to start at 6:00, but was pushed to 7:00. So we were able to catch a bite to eat at one of the fabulous restaurants at Patriot's Place. {which by the way, have you been there? fabulous!}
Yes, she did not perform till 9:00pm, yes, it rained, yes we got totally soaked, yes it took us 2 hours to get home. But it was Taylor Swift, and it was Davis's first concert. And as we walked back to the bus @11:00pm, her little hand in mind, I looked down at her wet, happy little face she smiled and told me, "this was so much fun, you are the best mum ever." And just for a minute, I forgot all about the rain.
