things i said during this performance:
—“this is the worst”
—“the goo goo dolls are from buffalo”
—“i saw them perform at woodstock ‘94, aka the worst and most unattractive weekend of my life”
—“i think i secretly like this song”
—“this is the best moment he’s had in 10 years”
—“do you even fucking read my fucking tumblr? yes, i know, i posted about it!”
—“actually i really do like this song”
—“i bet her special guest tomorrow night is drake”
—“she shouldn’t wear boots”
—“i don’t know, i feel moved. i think this song is kind of beautiful”
the girls standing in front of us were holding hands and waving glowsticks. i asked jon if he knows how to braid hair (no), what he would do if his daughter wanted to go to the concert wearing an outfit made out of lightbulbs, and whether he remembered the time a few years ago he emailed me and marisa during “fifteen.” he told me he thinks that taylor, like me, needs to eat, and we discussed all of her outfits in detail, even though we’ve seen them before. during “”you belong with me” i informed him, not nearly for the first time, “i was cheer captain,” so that we could bicker over the extent of my normativity. taylor swift concerts are reliably the best.
someone recently commented that i must be very patient for putting up with jon’s schedule. i was like “actually, i’m not” and jon agreed. but at least if i am going to martyr myself for the edification of the music-listening, clothes-buying, nyt-reading public, i also get to spend a sunday night in the best company watching a few thousand new jersey tweens deliriously waving hand-heart signs and singing along to songs that will probably ensure a lifetime of romantic disappointment. it was adorable.
later, after asking jon what he thought of the concert, taylor told me that she knows he will always say what he really thinks about her. jon assured her that i could relate. then there was some discussion of our silly bandz. #taylor4ever.