Truth be told...I went to the restroom ONE time. As you can imagine - in an arena where there was (literally) a 100-to-1 ratio of girls to guys - it was a ghost town. I saw tumbleweeds blow across while I was in there. This ratio, however, was not lost on the ladies, as three of them walked in while I was standing at the urinal with my junk hanging out. They informed me that the line for the ladies room was too long. How nice.
Other notes of interest:
- It was about 140 degrees in the arena. It's never awesome when you have 15,000 women abandoning their mom duties to go see a boy band. They're going to scream, dance, "whoooo", and do whatever else their overflowing estrogen tanks tell them to do. All of these activities release heat, which finds me immediately and makes me sweat like that time I was on "To Catch A Predator"
- I was shocked at how many songs I recognized. Either frightening that I knew them, or an indication that they were actually successful 18 years ago. I'm more worried, though, that I knew 1.642%* of the actual lyrics.
- The show was...interesting. Quite the spectacle - lots of lights and pyro and dancing and stages lifting people off of the ground. They know how to make women act (more) like crazy people. I've never been to a concert where THE ENTIRE ARENA (present company excluded) went ape**** bonkers at every song and dance move, and when the band said "wave your hands" or told them to sing along...15,000 pent-up housewives obliged.
- I think I counted 8,428,397* minivans in the arena parking garage with "stick figure family" stickers
* - all numbers approximate