Three words on Usher: money making machine. I assume the guys are all okay with him under the Girls' Pants-Loosening Amendment to the Constitution of Manliness.
I worried about taking the 10 and 12 year-old flares to this show, but it was successful in every way possible that doesn't end with me on top of one of Usher's dancers and the entire RBC Center yelling, "Go Sun, it's your birthday — not really!"
I am the King of the Niche Dwellers, and I had forgotten how fun it is to connect to the Biggest Thing on the Planet at its peak. That is Usher right now. If I could only have touched the hem of his garment, I know I'd have been made whole.
A dad goes with his daughter...