Friday night, 11pm, I just finished up my first solo closing shift at work. I'm tired, i'm cranky, and I still have a 20 min drive home to look forward to. I start radio surfing for some good tunes to keep me awake, and what do I find? Virgin Radio is having a MINI BACKSTREET BOYS CONCERT! Be still my beating heart! So here I am, cruising home, windows down, the BSB pumping, and all of a sudden i'm 12 years old again. I can't help but belt my heart out to every word, every rhyme, every harmony! In the middle of a classic AJ bridge (my fave part of every song!), i'm singing my little heart out into an air microphone at a red light when I look over and in the car next to me is a group of people pointing and laughing at me. Don't judge me, monkeys!!! What is it about these balding old washed up men singing little boy songs that turns intelligent, mature (okay, kind of mature) women into screaming, hormone crazed pre teens again? I guess that is just one of those infinite universe questions that will never be answered!!ps - yes, that is the backstreet boys in the background of my picture. it's okay if you're jealous.
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