
Confession: when I was just a wee little 8 year old with high waisted striped shorts and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt at a fancy summer camp in Maine, surrounded by girls from Westchester who knew their designer from their hand me down, I didn't know what Jingle Ball was. I'd heard it mentioned by the way-cooler-than-me girls in my bunk, and I'd figured out it was a concert, but I didn't know how anyone got to go or how I'd ever get to go.
It took me a few years to understand that Jingle Ball was a concert that every teen who was someone important and/or someone rich got to attend. It was sponsored by Z100, the "it" radio station of the times (a station that didn't come in in Western Massachusetts, obviously). Each year, the radio station gathered the hottest pop artists and put them on stage together in front of tons of screaming fans.
Confession: I've still never been to Jingle Ball, and I now live in New York City. I'm not sure if it's cool anymore, or if it would even be worth going to, but I do know that Rihanna and Chris Brown performed at this year's fete, and I'm suffering from a major case of jealousy. You see, everyone from swoon-worthy Brody Jenner to my favorite new artist Lady Gaga was there...and I wasn't. Even Kanye got to go!
I'd like to think I've come far enough in my self evaluation to not be upset that I still don't know how to obtain tickets to such an event. This may be lying to myself. I'd give my left foot and probably also some of my ribs to see my girl RiRi in concert. To see her perform with her sexy as can be boyfriend Chris Brown, I'd probably also donate an arm. The stars came out in droves to Madison Square Garden for this years event, and it appears I missed performances by everyone from Jesse McCartney to Katy Perry. Hence, I didn't get to see any beautiful souls, nor be one of the boys. Maybe next year will be my year. This means I have almost twelve months to get rid of those hideous striped shorts and embrace the less dorky side of myself.
Wish me luck!