In case you didn’t think I was already lame, I went to NKOTBSB two weekends in a row. Both shows were awesome in their own way. But I actually took pictures at the Fenway show on the weekend since I forgot my camera at the last show. While Ginny and I were walking Lansdowne to the entrance, a white van surrounded by police passed by . Two girls began racing towards the van, and then we figured out that someone famous must be in there! IT WAS BSB! I gave up trying to get a decent picture with screaming girls and hands flying everywhere so I made a video instead. Please enjoy the insanity:
I was pumped to see my favorite Back Street Boy, Brian.
Our lovely mayor of Boston, mumbles Menino, made a short intro at the start of the show. He declared it NKOTBSB Day in Boston and then MARK WAHLBERG showed up!
"Say hi to your motha for me"
Well Mark Wahlberg is nice and all, I’ll take a shirtless Donnie any day!
Oh yes, now on to the time I met Jordan Knight at a bar in Boston. A year or two before NKOTB got back together, my besty and I went to check out a Danny Woods acoustic set. While I was grabbing a beer, in walks JORDAN KNIGHT! I have no idea what happened next, but I awoke from my black-out with a picture of Jordan Knight. Apparently I just casually went up to him and asked for a quick picture. My friend was too starstruck to ask him for one, so I
bravely stupidly asked a slightly annoyed Jordan, for another picture. He didn’t sound to happy with me because I started a Jordan Knight photo explosion, but he obliged. Sorry Jordan! I’d like to think the photo riot we created that night (or knight!) is the reason why NKOTB got back together.
Yup, that's me with Jordan Knight. I got the right stuff.
Oh yes, and just to show how hardcore I am about my boybands, we also met Rich Cronin of LFO.
RIP Rich Cronin
I recently had the misfortune of watching this show. It follows a masochistic maternity concierge named Rosie, who subjects herself to the wrath of hormonal princesses that have never held a baby, let alone allowed themselves to “get fat”. One segment features a couple wishing to ask a nobleman to Godfather their child. Instead of suggesting a English tea service, she forces the couple, that has never used an oven before, to bake things that sound more like STD’s than desserts. First off, she expects this couple to whip up some “spotted dick” and gets frustrated when people laugh. Really lady?! You want to SERVE A DISH THAT SOUNDS LIKE A VENEREAL DISEASE and not laugh?!! Oh yes, lets also not forget that she wants them to pronounce scones “scawns”. I have no idea what a scawn is lady, but I do know what a scone is. WTF? The look on the noblemen’s face trying to physically force down the “spotted dick” was beyond priceless
Have a slice of VD with your tea
This however, was not the highlight of the show. Next up, a woman I like to call BBC (bitch be crazy!). She had Rosie get her a wedding dress. BBC decided she didn’t like it and had a tailer hack the shit out of it, to the point where her boobs were hanging out like a lopsided mule. On her day off, Rosie had to go find pregnant lady dresses on the wedding day, while Bitch-Be-Crazy is screaming at her bridal party, “I NEED A SCISSOR!” This has quickly become my favorite catch phrase, like a kid with Tourette’s. I’ve managed to incorporate it into my everyday life:
Stuck in traffic? “I NEED A SCISSOR!”.
Fresh out of gum? “I NEED A SCISSOR!”
Oh hey, find yourself hurtling full speed into a steaming pit of lava? “I STILL NEED A SCISSOR!”
After the wedding, BBC goes into labor. She then decides to give birth in her original wedding dress. Which, if it didn’t already look like it survived a zombie apocalypse, certainly did after!