NKOTBSB

Back in June I went to my fourth New Kids on the Block concert. To say that I loved the NKOTB as a kid would be a pretty tremendous understatement-- I had everything from tacky rings to bedding, dolls to clothes-- but back in those days, there was no internet to click and buy a ticket. My parents were never going to stand in line outside for hours/days on end to get me tickets to see them and when the guys split up in '94, I knew I would never get to see them play live.

When I was in college at MSU in 2003, my friend Tiffany and I attempted our own New Kids revival. It took a while but in 2008 the NKOTB announced their comeback. Tiffany had our tickets about .32 seconds after they went on sale. We went to a show in October (the greatest day of my life), then one in April, and I went with Jamie in June. It was bit excessive - even for me-- but each show was super different.

Over this past winter, the NKOTB had a new announcement: an upcoming tour with the Backstreet Boys! Incredible!!! Needless to say, our ever-vigilant Tiffany had the tickets right away again. Things were going to be epic.

Our friend Angie came with us-- she was at the October show with us in 2008. Angie and I have a little tension in our friendship because we're both totally in love with Joey McIntyre, but fortunately this time around she was distracted by the BSB so it all worked out in my favor.

We got to the venue and had to do the obligatory chick thing and take 800 pictures of ourselves. (We also stopped at the restroom and laughed our butts off because the Men's Rooms were converted into Ladies' Rooms on account of no respectable guy going to an NKOTBSB concert.)

Although the concert was beyond amazing, my favorite thing of the night happened before the music started.

We got to our seats and tried (unsuccessfully) to take pictures of ourselves when the lady behind us offered to take our picture. We turned around, she took our picture with the stage behind us, and then we sat down. Tiffany-- precious, precious Tiffany...-- started looking through the pictures on her camera and stopped at one we had taken just inside the door when we got there. Angie and I were standing like normal people, and Tiffany was bent to the side like she just jumped in the picture at the last minute.

It looked kinda like this:

Then this happened:

PS: The night before the concert, the Boston Bruins won the Stanley Cup. It was super awesome to see the boys come out in their jerseys.

How I Avoid Speeding Tickets

Like most people, I love to sing in the car. LOVE IT. I'm a big time transit rockstar. I sing. I dance. I have fun.
This is me:

(If you know random things about me, you'll know this part is my jam (at 5:55).)

But when a car pulls up next to me, I do what everyone else does: I act cool, like I wasn't just actin' a fool.

Sometimes if I'm in the middle of dancing, I try to act smooth like I was really just reaching for something or changing the station. Don't lie. You all do this too.

Evidently what makes me different than most of you is that when I pass a cop car, or a cop passes me, I do not stop singing/dancing/actin' the fool.

I kick it up a notch.

My theory is that if I'm speeding and look like I'm TOTALLY caught up in my music, the cop will be all, "LOL! Look at that ridiculous girl! Has she no shame??"

Worst case scenario (in my head) is that he'll pull me over and be like, "Listen... I know you were really into that song but you gotta pay attention. I'll give you a warning..."

Either way, I don't have a ticket. So far my theory has worked out. Of course, I don't really tend to drive that much over the speed-limit anyway because I'm afraid a ticket with full-coverage insurance will murder my bank account.

Yeah... Something like that.

This advice really only applies during the day. At night the police can't see you-- and neither can other cars. There's no need to stop singing and dancing when nobody can see you.

Keep rockin', bloggies!

Wooooo!

*dweedle-ah dweedle-ah weeeeeeeeeee bah bow bow bow!!* [<-- awesome guitar finish]