Boy Bands Dork

It probably shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows me that I have extremely questionable taste in music. In fact, I often envy my Wonderful Husband's eclectic taste and racerxmachina's far more meaningful taste. But in the end I remain who I am, a rock/pop girl with leanings toward the music of the '50s through '90s. And more recently, due to the positive influence of Princess Tutu, I've finally started listening to a bit of classical.

Now, the first concert I ever went to "on my own" (ie, not going with my parents and sister to see The Grateful Dead) was The New Kids On The Block. This was back in early high school, so it probably would have been 1990-91...? And while times have come and gone and NKOTB long ago disbanded, eventually I got hooked by boybands again, specifically *N Sync and Backstreet Boys. For the most part it's fluffy music, happy and poppy and, as was once writ of something else, signifying nothing.

Being just a little bit cynical, I reacted with amusement when I heard that NKOTB was getting back together, fifteen years on. I mean, 40-something-year-olds in a boy band. There's a good joke or three in that, I'm sure. Not to mention that I'd thought the chances of getting Jon Knight back on stage were, well, let's just say "slim to none." But I guess he's overcome his problems because I just bought my concert ticket.

October 8th, Staples Center, me and several thousand other 30-40-year-old women, screaming like we're 16 again. It's a date.

Though I still wonder how much dancing they're going to be able to do. ^_^;

Food and Fun

Dinner: Spaghetti with Italian sausage; sourdough bread; salad of freckled Romaine lettuce, Patio tomato, French Breakfast radish, and a carrot wherein only the carrot didn't come out of my garden.

Wonderful Husband and I went and picked up our bikes and have confirmed that we remember how to ride them. They have not yet turned ferally and ferociously upon us and left only our gnawed bones for our kin to find. This is likely a good thing.