Yeah, I'm concert-ing again tonight. And I've got five letters for you: NKOTB. You know you're jealous. Actually, I know your jealous, as several people have told me how jealous they were when they found out where I was going.
I didn't set this up myself. LJ was desperate to go, so of course I agreed to go to a concert that I'd attended 20 years before. When Tiffany opened up for them. Now you're even more jealous. Wait until I tell you that Joey McIntyre pointed at me. Hate the game, not the playa.
So, I did fall down a little on my part, as I have not brushed up on my 80's boy band music. I've still got the 90's boy bands covered, but I thought I'd lost my juju for the 80's. So after church I hit Target and got me some NKOTB Greatest Hits. And as I popped it in the cd player and heard the first hint of "Oh oh oh oh oh" I knew my juju remained in tact. I've got it (The Right Stuff).
So, tonight, instead of watching my favoritest new tv show with the PCQ, I'll be hangin' tough with an abundance of my 30-year old female peers and five of the cutest 39-year olds that ever danced at the mall.
Now, the real question is where is my teasing comb, aerosol hairspray, and z cavaricci jeans?
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