Thank to Ian Casocot for telling me the news, and for making me shreik like a 14-year old, thereby scaring random passers-by in Camp John Hay. The
New Kids on the Block are Back! It was bound to happen, what with nostalgia being a commodity and all. I was a huge blockhead in grade school. Yes, I went to their concert. Yes, I planned my outfit waaay in advance. Yes, I stalked them at the Manila Hotel afterwards. Yes, I wrote NKOTB fan fic in high school starring me and my friends (strangely enough, I was the only one who didn't end up dating her fave). Yes, I had a freaking huge crush on Danny Wood (yes, the funny-looking one -- Belated happy brithday, Danny!). And yes, I didn't care if I got teased for my insanity. If you were ever a teenaged girl, you'd understand my rabid fascination for the group that by all accounts launched the boy band craze (no, I don't think the Beatles count -- they had talent). So if they stopped by again, would I watch? You bet I would! And I just might stalk them again, too!