Sorry about that two week absence. I slammed into midterm week at school completely unprepared and some lesser important things (such as this blog.....and changing my underpants on a regular basis) fell to the wayside.
I'm sure you understand. We cant all have clean underpants all of the time.
But- Halloween weekend was a success! Such a success that I forgot to upload my pictures! Whoops! And whats a story without pictures? No good, I say. So you will have to wait. Like you have been for the past two weeks! That's right Grasshopper, this is a test of your patience.
Since I can't regale you with tales of my mini-Frankenstein on the candy warpath, I'll have to entertain you with this:
I attended the New Kids on the Block concert last night.
oh, oh, ohhh ohh, oh! oh, ohhh, oh, ohhh!
The St. Pete Times Forum has been increasingly generous over the last few months, donating tickets to my place of employment for concerts held there. Most of the concert tickets wash by my desk with not so much a second glance. Its not that I don't appreciate the Forum, its just that Neil Diamond doesn't exactly put a twist in my panties, you know what I'm saying? However, when I heard rumor of the NKOTB tickets floating around the hallways, you better believe I was yanking on my alternating neon socks as I ran to claim them.
Because its the fucking New Kids- the boy band that popularized rat tails and rocked the classic acid washed apparel! The group that disappeared 15 years ago while I was still trying to master the time tables in Mrs. Montoya's class!
Though most members of the group look....well.....pretty fucking good for 40, there are several things I think should cease with entrance into middle age, and firework sequenced pelvic thrusts just may top the list.......
Also on the list-
- Bedazzled anything- I'm looking at you Donnie Wahlberg. You were blitzed with more icing than a birthday cake, yo.
- Wallet chains- once more, Mr. Wahlberg......
- Breakdancing.
- Basically, any sequenced dancing. Especially that which requires the choreographer to be dug up from the grave in order to produce it.
It was clear to me by the second hour, that the only thing standing in the way of Donnie ripping off his pants Chippendale-style and back flipping across the stage, was the threat of dislocating a hip. He was totally into it. In fact, with the exception of one, they all were! Poor sport Jordan looked as if he would have prefer ed to spend his evening paper cutting his testicles (someone is still bummed his solo career did not take off as planned......).
So we danced.
And sang every word to 'Step by Step' and 'The Right Stuff' while dancing.
And we drank $7 mixed drinks with about a tablespoon of alcohol in them while singing every word to 'Step by Step' and 'The Right Stuff' and dancing.
And then we slingshot our bras onto the stage after drinking $7 mixed drinks with a tablespoon of alcohol in them while singing every word to 'Step by Step' and 'The Right Stuff' and dancing. Yay!
Okay. I made that last part up. But we were tempted
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