12 Years in the Making January 30, 2009

I think I’m still flying high on adrenaline as I’m running on about 2 hours of sleep. I must prepare you before you read on, some of you may lose an ounce of respect for me, some may be surprised, some will be jealous. This post is now officially announcing my love of boy bands. Not all boybands, just one.

I love, love, love the Backstreet Boys. Ever since that fateful day in the 6th grade, I was in my basement watching the Hit List, I remember Aashna introducing a new entry on the countdown, Backstreet Boys – Get Down. I was instantly hooked. Just seconds into the video, I had already figured out which one was my favourite. The one, the only Mr. Nickolas Gene Carter. Sure, I’ve enjoyed looking at all 5 of them over the past 12 years, but there was something about that Nick.

Let me put this adoration into perspective for you. You know how some couples have a list of celebrities they get a “get out of jail free” card should you end up cheating with them? I don’t need a list, I just need one person. This would be Nick Carter.

Fast forward to present day. I was out for dinner with a couple of friends on Sunday night, one of them mentioned that Nick would be celebrating his 29th birthday at a club in Toronto (well, Thornhill to be exact). I was in shock. I took advantage of this rare opportunity and immediately purchased tickets for the event.

So, last night, some friends and I head over to Nava for the birthday bash. Enjoy a meal there (to ensure we get prime spots) and gush over our BSB memories, it was great to feel 12 again. My love shows up and I’m thisclosetohimseriouslysocloseIdidn’tknowwhattodowithmyself. So I did the obvious thing and just stared, like a crazy stalker.

Although I didn’t get to converse with my love, I got this photo and I left happy. All is well with the world.