So last week when we were on the road trip, Gulley and I sat around the breakfast table with her mom one morning talking about various things. And somehow the subject of Justin Timberlake being in concert in San Antonio on August 5 came up.
Gulley and I briefly discussed how fun it would be to go and then had almost talked ourselves out of it when her mom declared we absolutely should go. And it brought total clarity to the situation. Of course we should go. It’s Justin Timberlake. In San Antonio. Who knows when else we might get the chance to see him? And we knew it would be a great show because I really do believe he’s one of the greatest performers of our generation.
Which is a statement I never could have imagined making back in the days when he and Britney wore matching denim suits.
Oh Britney.
I don’t even know what’s most tragic in that photo. Her purse? His hat? The pocket of his jacket that looks like the back of a pair of Levi’s?
I mean. Can you think of anyone else who has managed to so flawlessly transition from denim cowboy hat wearing boy band member to beloved international superstar?
Also, in case you’ve forgotten, it was rumored that he and Britney once had a dance off in a club after their messy breakup. A dance off. I didn’t even know this was a real thing but ever since I heard about it all those years ago, I’ve never wished more to see something live and in person.
Anyway, we got online and found ourselves two tickets for the concert. Here’s what I’ll tell you about our seats: There are birds that exist that will never go as high as we were in the AT&T Center last night, but we didn’t care. We just wanted to be there for the experience.
And it did not disappoint. Even though there was nary a denim suit to be found.
From the minute he stepped on stage he put on an amazing show and I can’t even imagine how exhausted he is when it’s all over because he never quit moving. He danced, he sang, he played the guitar and the piano and worked the crowd. He mostly sang his songs, but did throw in a little Elvis and Michael Jackson and, towards the end, sang Poison by Bell Biv Devoe, which I’m not going to lie.
It almost made up for the fact I missed the dance off between him and Britney.