Josh Groban is a lucky fella. Monday night, thousands of women were shrieking his name as he performed to a packed audience at Virginia’s Nissan Pavilion. Unfortunately for the twentysomething Groban, the median age of the ladies in question was about 45.

I was there, sandwiched between my Grobanite mother-in-law and my husband, who was definitely made a minority that night by both his age and gender. All of the men in the audience, and I counted only twenty in our section, appeared to have been the reluctant accessories of Grobanite wives, girlfriends, or, as in Joel’s case, mothers. When his mom called a few weeks ago to see if we’d go to the concert with her, Joel acquiesced only after he found out she was paying his way. A true music aficionado, Joel told me, “I guess I’d rather go there than sit home alone that night.”

The show itself was actually, on a scale of one to ten, tasty. Josh Groban is really good at giving his fans what they want. Or, well, everything they want shy of his hand in marriage and a permanent place in his tour bus. (If you don’t believe me, you should check out some Grobanite fan fiction. Scary stuff!) Many of the songs showcased the talents of a pretty young violinist Groban introduced, to Joel and I’s delight, as “Luscious Nipple-Jelly.” Or so we thought; unfortunately her name is really Lucia Micarelli. Darn it all. I guess the bright side is that the name “Luscious Nipple-Jelly” is still up for grabs, so if you’re pregnant or planning a family, well…

So to sum up my evening, things that ruled:
*good concert by an internationally acclaimed singer
*free tickets to said good concert
*cinnamon almonds from the concert venue's Nut Bar

Things that sucked:
*the opening act
*the smelly old woman next to Joel humming loudly through several songs
*eardrum damage brought on by the Furious Wall of Shrieking Teenagers behind me
*being unable to leave our parking spot for 45 minutes
*having to widdle profusely during this time