Backstreet's Back Baby!

Today, as I was getting home from work, my friend Andraya sent me the following text:

"The Backstreet Boys concert is tonight. Be ready in 45 minutes."

Andraya doesn't joke around when it comes to her Boys.

The thing with me and concerts is that, usually, I try to avoid them whenever possible. Fun fact: For a few years, I worked concerts/conferences for two Christian organizations for a few years whenever they were in town, and while it was so much fun, it was also completely exhausting and draining. Now, I can't go to an event at a huge stadium without wanting to give a hug and buy dinner for all the workers that are around. Seriously, next time you're at a concert, give your security man/T-shirt seller/ticket checker a big hug.

I also avoid them because of the loud music. Don't judge me.

However, Andraya doesn't take no for an answer. She picked me up, frustrated that I was wasting time to microwave some Easy Mac and headed off to Nashville.

A note about Andraya's driving: Her car has been nicknamed "The Rollercoaster of Death". I was one hour away from seeing THE BACKSTREET BOYS/NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK but I had to survive the Deathmobile.

After a few heart failures, we found a scalper, got our tickets and went to satisfy our middle school girl dream come to life.

We weren't the only ones with a dream to fulfill because the stadium was filled with 20+ year old women ready to swoon whenever their first crushes took the stage.

And you better believe that lots of swooning did, in fact, happen.

Now, if only JBiebs came to town.