Last week, my friend surprised me with a ticket to NKOTBSB. I had previously turned down a ticket three times due to money-saving antics. (It was hard. Very hard. And yes, that’s what she said.) But one of the concert-goers had to back out and I was in.
Now, I had seen NKOTB twice before, and while I was never a true Backstreet Boys fan (I could only name one of them), I did like some of their songs. So, when I got the ticket, I was ecstatic. And going to the show with five of my 30-year-old-plus girlfriends for a night of nostalgia, well, you just can’t beat that.