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Hangin’ Tough

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What was your first concert?

My best friend just bought tickets to the New Kids on the Block concert coming to town near her this summer.  It’s gotten me thinking about the New Kids (now called NKOTB) and how meaningful they were to me at one point.  The first album I bought was their “Hangin’ Tough”, the first bubblegum pop crush I had was on Danny, and my first concert was to see this mega-group.  By the way, there is no doubt that, at the time, I would’ve fought anyone who suggested that this group and their music was anything less than stellar.  And don’t even get me started on the high-pitched lunchroom discussions on which Kid was the hottest.  (Danny, of course.)

As NKOTB head out this summer to tour with another boy band that you may have heard of called the Backstreet Boys (BSB), I can’t help but to think back to their concert – my first concert – that  I attended when I was in 3rd grade.  My friend Katie had called me on the phone to invite me to go with her, as her grandpa had bought her several tickets for her birthday.  I was so sure she was pulling my leg with having ANY ticket to this momentous concert, let alone NUMEROUS tickets, that I hung up on her.  It was only when her Mom called back to speak to my parents, to explain that Katie was not kidding, and despite the fact that I had just hung up on her daughter, that they still wanted me to go, that I began to bounce around the house like a hysterical pre-teen.  Needless to say, that concert still resonates in my memory as one of the best nights of my life.  I remember the lights, the piercing screams of hundreds of girls, the tears, the songs, and the 5 man/boys that we were all sure were singing just for us, especially when they sang “Please Don’t Go Girl.”

I hope my friend has fun at the NKOTB concert this summer.  I hope she sings along loud and proud as they sing “The Right Stuff” and “Hangin’ Tough.”  It should be a whimsical experience.  Wonder if she’ll break out the neon colors, the teased hair, and the slap bracelets that were of that time period, too?  And in case you’re wondering, I won’t be headed to the NKOTB concert coming to a town near me.  Nope.  Not with grad school kicking into high gear again this summer.  However, I’m headed to iTunes right now to download “Step by Step” and other pieces of my childhood.

My Beloved Saturday

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My whole life long, I’ve LOVED Saturdays.  For me, it means sleeping in late, eating something special for breakfast, and doing things that don’t usually get done during the week, whether going to a basketball game, grocery shopping, spending time with friends, watching movies, or eating popcorn.  Those activities evolved as I got older, but ultimately Saturdays meant time to RELAX.  A wonderful change from the craziness of the school/work week.

Yes, I LOVED Saturdays, until June of 2010.  Graduate school began and now my Saturdays consist of taking notes, presenting information, collaborating with my co-horts, reading, and creating any number of products to make evident my learning.  Don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying my graduate school experience, for the most part, but as the program continues, it gets increasingly difficult to wake up to an alarm and get up out of my bed on a Saturday morning.  I’ve come to love coffee during this graduate school experience and this morning, I had 2 big cups before I was able to leave the house to face a technology class that lasts from 8am to 4pm.  It’s nothing personal against the professor or my co-horts (who are pretty terrific, by the way), but truly, the highlight of my day today, since I could not sleep in this morning, is going grocery shopping this afternoon.  Exciting, I know.

I will get back my Saturdays after I graduate at the end of July 2011 and then I can resume the long cherished tradition of sleeping in until I wake up, going to basketball games, the Farmer’s Market, and eating something special for breakfast (something that is NOT a granola bar).  Yes, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and will be glad when July comes.

And then we’ll have kids.

I know, I know.  Kiss my Beloved Saturday goodbye…

 

Gotta love the 80s!

How many of these do you remember?