Imagine my excitement when I discovered that NKOTBSB (New Kids on the Block and Backstreet Boys) would be in concert in Kansas City! My mother, sister and I promptly bought tickets. Months in advance.
We planned our evening meticulously. We met for dinner beforehand and enjoyed a pitcher of sangria. This only served to make myself more hilarious. The buzz totally wore off before the concert. Which made parking interesting.
As we made our way to the Sprint Center, along with thousands of other soccer moms, I was amazed at the shirts I saw. New Kids bedsheets made into skirts, offers of free physicals for members of the band and even bachelorette parties offering the "boys" a last chance!
Up the hideously long escalator we went. Found our section and row (only two away from the back of the stadium!) and settled in for the fun. But settling in carefully was in order. The top section at the Sprint Center is not for everyone. It is so steep that when you lean back in your seat, you can look straight down to the stage. No leaning forward necessary. Did I mention it was steep? Well, it was too steep for mom. So I accompanied her to Guest Services and we explained. They must be used to hearing this, because she handed over two lower seat tickets without much more explanation. Which was awesome for mom and I, but sucked for the remaining 4 in our party. Which included my sister.
After walking around the entire Sprint Center, we realized that there were no down escalators and had to take the stairs. Whoops. So Mom and I sat and enjoyed our seats (only 3 rows up from the floor and we had CUP HOLDERS, people!) I did not look around and want to throw up from the vertigo associated with the heights. But the guilt finally got me. So we trudged back up to Guest Services to beg for four more tickets to the lower section. On our way up to the window, I coached my mom.
"Make sure you thank them for the new seats. Gratitude goes a long way in softening hard hearts. And tell them you're seperated from your daughter. Use tears if necessary!" And she did great! The lady looked at her for a minute, and then started shuffling through her stacks of tickets. Done, deal!
So we moved everyone down to the lower section where we had the whole row to spread out and enjoy! It was awesome!
This is a picture from our new, better seats. Doesn't Mom look thrilled?!?! That would be our previous seats up there above the word "advised". All the way to the top. Scary, huh?
This is how thrilled we were to be together. Ok, that's a lie. We're just really stoked for the concert! It's almost time, baby!
And so it begins. The stage was pretty elaborate. And awesome. I screamed like a teenage girl.
Here's my boys! I don't care what you say, if Branden wore a white suit, I'd pretty much be at his beck and call. Or I'd melt.
At every concert, the Backstreet Boys always pick girls from the crowd and serenade them. Brian Littrell (the guy in front) picked two little girls to sing to. Probably because he's a daddy now. It was pretty cute.
I've always admired the composure of these girls that are chosen. I think I'd be so overwhelmed, that I would cry hysterically and just ruin the song.
They finished the serenade in classic style. Again with the melting. I know, I'm pathetic. It was wonderful!
And finally, a still picture of the dancing. I can get down with the dancing. Wish I could do the dancing, but I've tried that route. It isn't pretty. Perhaps that's why I admire such talent. Because I have none.
And so, another Backstreet Boys concert is in the books. But here's a thought for you. At the finale, when the confetti cannons went off and everyone was screaming, my first thought was, "Man, that's gonna suck to clean up." Hmmm...
I don't think I'm going too far out on a limb when I muse that recapturing my youth is fun for an evening, but I kinda like where I've ended up. It was nice to come home and gush to my hubby and kiss my babies good night.
But don't count me out for the next tour! Backstreet's Back!
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