I hadn’t planned to let the world know that I actually paid money (not a lot) to see Beyonce but it turned out to be a w
orthwhile story to tell.
D and I went and were really excited that the other wanted to go because we were embarrassed and had assumed nobody else would go – or admit to wanting to go (KMJ was supposed to come too but she skipped off to Vegas with Sara instead). There we were hanging out in our seats surrounded by giggly teenage girls, yelling at each other to talk so we could hear, when across the big screen it told us to text Beyonce to get upgraded seats. So we did
. And D won! We turned into giggly teenage girls and raced to get our FRONT ROW SEATS!!
Being excited to see Beyonce is one thing. Seeing her from the first row was a whole different level of excitement. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She had dancers and a band, even shirtless guys that you could wash clothes off their chests; but all I wanted to look at was her. I was mesmerized I guess, by her flawless face, amazing moves and facial expressions that made me think she was singing only to us. (We’re pretty positive she waved at D and smiled at me while I was taking pictures.) All along I was less excited about her singing and more excited about the production itself- but I underestimated. She is good. Really, really good. Who cares that she rhymes “minute” with “minute.”
I saw and loved Beyonce and am proud to admit it! You can see our “from the front row” pictures here.
