Because sometimes there are not enough words. . .

Opportunity knocked when my cousin invited my mom and I to a New Kids on the Block concert July 5.  My teenage walls were littered with posters of my favorite cuties.  A friend I met my freshman year in high school and I passed a notebook back and forth writing about our lives with the superstars.  She was Mrs. Macintyre and I was Mrs. Jordan Knight.  Those days are long gone but the boy band still (and probably always will) have a place in my heart. 

The night was loud and long and exhilarating as we watched from the seventh row.  We started in the nosebleed section like five rows from the top.  We were using binoculars to see the opening acts.  I was thrilled when Jen got a text from a friend of hers who was on the floor--I said, "Go!!!!" A few minutes later she said there was a ticket for me too--and I may have run all the way to the bottom floor to find her.  Everyone knows what a rule follower I am, so I didn't bat an eye when they told me where to go...even though I hadn't seen the tickets.  Oops.  I was in the third row. OH! MY! GOSH!!!!!!  And then minutes later was kindly (a wee bit of sarcasm) asked to move by Nick Lachey's wife, Vanessa Minello.  I had no idea who she was--but we moved back four rows to the real tickets on hand.  No big deal.  Did I mention we were at the very top before?  Drastic improvement!

 It was just a fun night filled with singing and dancing and being up close and personal with some favorite boys from my youth.   A memory I will hold on to even though Lene and Layla jokingly referred to them as, "Old Men on the Block."  They have no idea what they're talking about. . .