“Oh my God we’re back again!” I cannot wait to hear those words tonight as I FINALLY after two years of delay get to go to the BSB DNA tour! In my excitement this morning, I got to thinking about how different it is to be getting for a concert at 39 versus when I first went at 16 to the Millennium tour. Oh boy…you all ready for this?
My first thought occurred as I was shaving my legs. When I was 16, you shaved your legs before the concert in case you magically ended up on a date with a Backstreet Boy. At 39, I shaved my legs so I wouldn’t embarrass myself when I wear a skort or capris. This got me thinking about makeup for the concert. Back in the teenage days, I did my makeup to hopefully draw the attention of a Backstreet Boy. Today, I was thinking I’ll choose makeup that will cover my circles under my eyes and the freckles/age spots on my face. Likewise, I thought “What should I wear tonight?” Definitely sensible shoes for climbing all those stairs to our nosebleed seats. Definitely comfy bottoms with a stretchy waist because, well, comfort over cute. Very different from being 16 and thinking “What outfit says sexy, but not too sexy? Because you know AJ was going to notice me in the crowd of 20,000 screaming girls in the dark. 😂
The differences go beyond physical appearance. When I was 16, getting ready to go was a lot simpler. I needed my physical ticket (which I had waited in line to get for hours), camera with extra film and batteries, and someone to drive me. By the way, the extra film was a necessity because we did once get a roll confiscated by a security guard. Now at 39, I need my phone which now has my ticket (that I bought online with a super fast connection instead of 1999 dial up) and works at a camera. I need my wallet, my keys, and a babysitter. Since the babysitter isn’t at my house, it means I also have to pack a toddler bag and remember to take his little potty as it’s easier for him to use than a big potty. Who would have ever imagined that I’d equate getting ready for a concert with packing a toddler potty???? Not me!!! At least this time I’m not packing a breast pump as my date!
There are also behavioral differences in going to a concert at 39 versus 16. This one actually occurred at age 18, but it’s still worth noting. We had floor seats, and the Black and Blue tour had a bridge where they walked out over the crowd. We wrote our hotel number on a piece of paper, and I climbed in a chair to hand it to Howie D. He took it and put it in his pocket! We were hopeful that he’d call us, but, sadly, he didn’t. Now I’m like, if I had the chance to talk to one of the guys, I’d talk about something mundane like what foods their kids eat. There are also behavior differences when it comes to buying souvenirs. As a teenager, I wanted as much as possible with my budgeted allowance. This morning I was thinking, “Well I’ll get something for my toddler. A new shirt for him would be cute.”
Aren’t the differences amazing? I will say somethings never change because I would still love to meet the guys! Technically we met Howie D as he got on the bus, but I couldn’t form words! 😆 I also cannot wait to hear the music! I will jam the whole way there and back!!! And of course I will have FUN!!!!
The Great Kaysby