If I had spent half as much time and energy on studying ten years ago as I did on the Backstreet Boys, Andy Roddick, and John Mayer, I'm almost certain I could have gone to Harvard. Alas, I did what any thirteen year old girl does and became irrationally devoted to ridiculous celebrities. For reasons on which we may only speculate, the Backstreet Boys teamed up with New Kids on the Block and went on tour this year. Just about twenty-four hours before the show, my mom and I decide this is an opportunity we could not miss. Within minutes, eleventh row tickets were purchased, travel plans were made, and incredulous giggling ensued. Now, I'd like to think I'm a much more rational person these days than I was when I was thirteen. This, apparently, isn't the case when I'm staring at the "band" I was such a fan of ten years ago. Perhaps I can say I was just playing along, screaming wildly because, well, why wouldn't you when you're watching a boy band? Isn't that just part of the experience? Regardless of the explanation for my sudden screaming attack each time the Backstreet Boys walked on stage, tonight was quite a blast from the past!
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