That time I pretended to be a teenager again.
As most of you know, last week I attempted to relive my youth in the 6th row at a Backstreet Boys concert. And you know what’s better than attending a concert as a teenager? Attending one as an adult … with alcohol! Youth: 0. Adulthood: 1. It was then that I realized this growing older thing may not be so bad after all.
Obviously, I am not the only one who was attempting to recapture the glory of my youth. My voice was merely one in a sea of screaming women (and some men) who were eager to see the Boys shake what their mama’s gave them. And shake it they did! After all these years, the Backstreet Boys can still drop it like it’s hot with just as much energy and enthusiasm as when they first filled our teen dreams.
However, the audience was also filled with many poor husbands and boyfriends who were dragged to the concerts by their eager women. And I’m pretty sure they didn’t appreciate the Boys shaking their groove things. Many just sat in their seats patiently awaiting the end of the concert. Poor fellas definitely earned some brownie points that night. Even stranger, were the older couples who seemed so out of place among the screaming women. I guess everybody loves the Boys!
And now for some of my favorite pictures of the night:
Check out the pictures from last year’s Backstreet Boys concert here.
What is the boy band of your dreams? And what has been your favorite concert?