The fact that one had to pay for the toilet in addition to the price of the actual ticket couldn’t put a dent in it. The pink umbrella we purchased, which broke when opened for only the second time, couldn’t put a dent in it. Even the fact there was no band as such, just a trio of girls singing along and dancing away to a karaoke set on a laptop somewhere, couldn’t put a dampener on the proceedings.
This morning, we drove the 37 km to Leiden’s Groenoordhallen, a glorified aircraft hangar, to see K3 perform in front of an audience of ecstatic toddlers, most of whom were girls.
Eloïse was as ecstatic as anyone, I have to say. She bopped her way through several numbers before succumbing to fatigue and spending most of the rest of the concert bouncing on my lap. Eloïse’s dancing style is primitive and clearly exhausting. I call it the kinderpogo, because she basically just jumps up and down, occasionally swinging her arms. She definitely dances as if no-one is watching.
Karen, Kathleen and Kristel, the K3 girls, actually have pretty decent voices live. I was surprised.
In fact, I have to say I had a really good time, better than last week at the Sisters of Mercy in the States. It was utterly heartwarming to see how excited Eloïse was to see her favourite band and how she danced with abandon to her favourite songs.
And Lucas, he looked on in bemusement for a few minutes, before nodding off to sleep, in spite of the loud music.
We even made it back to Amsterdam in time for Eloïse to go to peuterspeelzaal, so today has been a really good day, especially when compared to the rest of the week, which I may blog about later.