Exhibit A - Donny Wahlberg's Abs - Oh yeah!
I’ve never really been one of those girls who screams and faints over a celebrity, nor have I been someone who goes all gaga over unattainable recording artists. (My infatuation with The Blues Man does not count. He has not reached the level of celebrity of which I speak.) That I remember, I never had a poster of a teen heartthrob on my wall as a young girl.
What’s the point in getting all twitterpated over something I can never have? I’m sorry, but I’m just too cool for all that.
It’s like the lotto. I’ll never win the lottery, because I don’t play lotto. (The lotto is taxation for people who are bad at math.) Similarly, I probably won’t find myself with a rock star, because I’m not a groupie, not going to be a groupie. Nope. I have never thrown my panties on stage at a concert nor tried to get back stage, and at this point in my life, I think it’s pretty safe to say that I never will.
However, being the hot-blooded woman that I am, (I’m not dead) I will look, appreciate, and enjoy where I can, be it feeling up a twenty-something at a party to drooling over sexy abs at a concert.
When my friend, Kasandra , asked if I was interested in going to the NKOTBSB concert at the Tacoma Dome with her, I said yes. It wasn’t necessarily because I had been a huge fan of the New Kids On The Block or the Backstreet Boys back in 1989 (NKOTB) or 1999 (BSB). My musical interests at that time were elsewhere, ranging everywhere from Bobby Brown (My Prerogative) and Paula Abdul (Straight Up) in 1989 to Pearl Jam (Last Kiss) and Metallica (No Leaf Clover) in 1999. (As you can see, I have a wide range of musical tastes, Vivaldi to Ice Cube to Chesney and tons of stuff in between.)
Anyway, so I wanted to go to the concert. I wanted to go because, although I hadn’t been a HUGE fan back then, I knew their songs, liked their harmonies, and knew it would be a fun night out with the girls.
I have to admit, when I first saw that NKOTBSB were touring together, I was skeptical. It seemed sort of gimmicky to me, and when I had seen their performance on the Today Show while walking on the treadmill at the gym, I had been underwhelmed.
Yes, they’re older…like moi. A.J. McLean wears a lot of hats because he’s bald, receding hairlines are apparent on a few of the others, and a few of them have the same horizontal lines in their foreheads that I have. At dinner before the concert, Kasandra was looking up their birthdates, and they range in age from 42 for the oldest New Kids to Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys at 31. One would expect that they would look a little older. We all do after twenty-five years.
Older yes, but still rockin’. They are in great shape. I would like to present Exhibit A above. They put on a great show, performing for two and a half hours, dancing their asses off, and losing their shirts and thrusting their pelvi at frequent intervals. Very entertaining.
"Watch the kids, honey. I'm going to the concert."
The audience was probably 95% female, and really consisted of two different generations, those in my age bracket who had been in their teens or twenties when the New Kids came out and one generation younger who were original fans of the Backstreet Boys.
Plus, it’s not just the hairlines and wrinkles that have changed. NKOTBSB groupies are now rollin’ to the concert in mini-vans. As my friend, Kasandra, said, “Perfect for a prefunk. Kickin it before kicking the bucket. You go girls!”
(For the record, I do not own nor did I arrive at the concert in a mini-van. I’m too cool for that too.)
NKOTBSB put on a great performance. I wonder if their joints ache as badly as mine do after dancing for two and a half hours.
Let’s just say that if the available forty-something men on match.com had bodies like these guys,…
I might be doing more than just dating.
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