Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Yo Gabba Gabba. Yes. I'm Serious

So last weekend was a bit of a packed weekend for me.  Let's just say there was an extra ticket to a show that I got invited to at the last minute...my favorite little nephew's (my cousin's kid) first concert of sorts (we're talking 5 and under here), complete with an afterparty.  Thinking it was going to just be a few hours for this toddler fest, I figured sure, I'd help my aunt and uncle out who apparently spent a crazy amount on tickets and get to spend some time with the little guy.  This Yo Gabba Gabba deal couldn't be that bad, right?

Well Saturday I woke up with a bad sinus headache.  If you've ever had one of those, you know that they tend to amplify everything: sensitivity to sound, light, etc. and just make it that much worse.  Popping in every OTC medication with coffee I had in my stash, I figured I could still make it through the day.  After all, I couldn't disappoint the 4 year old who had by now been amped up with the news that I too would be coming to the show.

This is where having kids would have given me a heads up for what I was about to encounter.  The show time was around the same time that pretty much every child in that theater would have been experiencing nap time.  Let the wailing in that room begin!  And it did.  Up until this happened...

Not having ever seen an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba, I had no idea that towards the end of this Yo Gabba Gabba dance party I would experience this...

Can't tell who this dude is from the awesomeness of clarity the camera on my Blackberry produced?  Here's a hint:

Oh baby yooooooouuuu...

Got what I neeeeeed.

But you say he's just a friend....you say he's just a friend.


Yes friends, that man would be Biz Markie, who is lovely with the children, but turned the last 15 minutes or so of the show into a flashback concert for the parents.

I gotta tell you that with the throbbing of my head, the flashing lights from the stage that is reminiscent of what I imagine experiencing an acid trip to be like, and the toddlers in desperate need of a nap, I was SO ready to be out of there.

But wait.

I had this:

Which meant this:

With every. freakin. member. of Yo Gabba Gabba.  And story time.  And another special appearance by Biz Markie.

Stick a fork in me.  I was done.

Would I have shelled out $130 for that experience if it was my kid?  Honestly, no, especially if that kid was under the age of 6 or 7.  While the lights, the music, the choreography and the insane amounts of confetti depicting the leaves of fall, the snow of winter, and just plain confetti and streamers were effective in trying to hold these kids' attention, there were as many kids that could care less after the first 15 minutes.  And the truth of the matter is if it were not for their parents, they would have never known about the live show and would have been perfectly happy with continuing to just watch it on tv.

How did my little guy enjoy it?  At first he didn't know what to make of it.  He's naturally a bit shy, but up until that point, he had just seen these characters on tv, so the entire experience was a little surreal.  I know that feeling.  While he liked meeting the characters and finally got to the point where he was able to go up to them and hug them for a picture, his one comment about the whole experience?

"It was too loud."

 I agree little dude.  I agree.

*All photos by me.

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