NKOTB

So I didn’t know what NKOTB stood for until last Thursday night. It stands for New Kids On The Block, and I went to their concert. You are probably asking, “Why?” right about now. This is all I can tell you. My friend calls up. The same one who asks, “You wanna paint pottery,” or “You wanna go to the beach,” and random stuff like that and asks, “You wanna go to the New Kids concert?” I laugh, but I don’t have a reason not to go. I don’t know the members of the band, and I don’t even know what they sing. They were popular in the late 80’s when I really wasn’t into bands or boys or boybands.
Well, Stephanie, Sheila, Stephanie’s two sisters and I go, and there are thousands of screaming thirty-something women everywhere. Who knew they were still so popular. There were so many women, that they made the boy bathrooms into girl bathrooms. I think I saw three men there. One tried to pick up on me and my friend. I guess it would be a good place to meet girls. I called Rob after the ridiculous opening acts were over and let him hear the deafening screams when NKOTB came out. Then I called him to dedicate a song to him and let him hear it from my phone.
I had to ask Stephanie who was who, because I didn’t know the guys’ names. She apparently still has the NKOTB dolls. She also bought a t-shirt at the concert. Well, it turns out Joey is the one I like the best. By the time it was over, I had almost lost my voice, and my ears wouldn’t stop ringing. It was Awesome! Thanks for inviting me Steph.

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