For Christmas, my parents gave the oldest five grand-daughters tickets to the One Direction Concert. Since they were going, their moms got to go too, and since they didn't want me to be left out, I was lucky enough to get a ticket too. Wooohooo! Seven months later, the big day arrived. We all met up in Sugarhouse for dinner at Flatbread, and then blasted One Direction songs all the way to the concert. It was a fun night, although I couldn't hear normal for days. Seriously.
These girlies were rockin' all night long, and even snagged Harry's sweaty towel to end the night. Don't worry, they cut it up into even strips so they could all take a little Harry home with them. Us moms were rockin' too and probably embarrassed ourselves, which is nothing new. So glad I was able to tag a long with these fun gals.
Side note: My last concert was Miley Cyrus....I really need to start buying my own concert tickets!
