I did not stand in line for over an hour this weekend at the local box office to buy tickets to the New Kids on the Block tour. I swear I do not still know the words to almost all of their songs, or any of the dance moves to "The Right Stuff."
Growing up, I did not Hang Tough with the New Kids, nor did I follow their career Step-by-Step. I never longed to be their Cover Girl and I won't be Loving Them Forever either.
I certainly was not out-of-my-mind crazy for Jordan Knight and the boys. I did not have every square inch of wall and ceiling space in my bedroom plastered with posters of the Boston Five, and I did not plant good night kisses on the glossy images of Joey or Jordan before falling asleep every night.
I also did not own NKOTB t-shirts, sweatshirts, bedding, telephones, wall clocks, watches, buttons, wallets, lunchboxes or dolls. I did not stay up all night before their concerts making giant, glitter-covered posters declaring my love for them, then get so overcome with emotion at the first chord of their first song that I couldn't hold my own weight up, let alone my monstrous cardboard sign.
I will not be posting embarrassing photos of me with aforementioned signs later this week. Please do not come back to laugh at my mouth-full of braces, cheesy vest and stirrup pants, or bad orphan-Annie perm. (If you just can't wait to start making fun of me, check out these photos of me as a teen, posted by my real-life friend forever Rhiann)
I am not so excited about the upcoming concert that I am not giving away a copy of their newest cd, The Block.
Well, actually I am. And if you want to enter, I won't tell anyone. Just click here to go to the super secret contest post!