The 98% humorous musings of M. Lizabeth Currain



Finally. The post that all of you have been waiting for and the moment I have been waiting to relive. For those of you just checking this blog out for the first time or perhaps aren’t hip to the supergroup jive: NKOTBSB is the joining of two boyband forces. New Kids on the Block and Backstreet Boys. I was lucky enough to experience this concert with my best friend on July 31st, 2011 at the Nassau Coliseum. This was probably one of the greatest things that I will ever have had the opportunity to witness.

Just a little back story: My best friend and I have been Backstreet Boy fans since we were 11 years old. We had hundreds of posters on our walls, bought every t-shirt we could find at Sam Goody/Musicland, bought all their videos (our favorite was Backstreet Boys: The Video), and would most likely annoy everyone within a close radius with our incessant talking about them and how much we loved them. We even made a video for the show FANatic on MTV. We never sent it in. It was pretty much an hour of us rambling and looking (me especially) incredibly dorky. Growing up in Alaska, we were doomed to never get very close to them. Our day finally came in October of 1999 when we got to see them during the Into the Millennium Tour at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. At the time, we thought that was the greatest moment of our lives. If only we knew what was going to happen 12 years later.


I think it’s best to sort of tell the rest of this story with a mix of pictures and text. Our faces tell the real story.

So on Sunday July 31st, 2011 we woke up with the knowledge that soon we would be breathing the same air as our ‘tween celebrity crushes. Late in the afternoon after we had gotten back from brunch, we decided it would probably be best if we started drinking. My friend coined it “NKOTBSBgamin'”. We fixed our faces, hair, and outfits with BSB music as our getting ready soundtrack. When the cab came to pick us up to take us to the Coliseum we were out the door like lightening.

Us in the cab. Bursting with excitement!

When we got to the Coliseum there was a super long line to get in.


There were two girls behind us who were super annoying and made us feel old. I say ‘girls’ because they couldn’t have been more than 15 years old. In other words, they were too young for this to have any real meaning for them! They were taking up valuable space. One of the girls mentioned something about listening to Spice Girls when she was “younger”. Um? How young? Your mom playing “Wanna Be” while she was pregnant with you, DOES NOT COUNT. I take this very seriously! I alienated a lot of people with my obsession! I BREATHED Backstreet Boys 24/7 for a lot of years. Don’t ruin this for me little girl!

After a few minutes of feeling old, we finally got inside and laid our eyes on the merch table.

So many choices!

This is us excited about the prospect of memorabilia:

We ended up making this face a lot that night.

After we paid for some memories we hit the alcohol stand. I wish we had been able to bring our own since a 24oz can of LaBatt Blue was $13. Also, limit one per customer! Ha! They obviously think we are stupid. Just go to a different counter to buy your second can. Their regulation system needs some work.

I had to buy a shirt.

Obviously I had buy a shirt. I think it’s progress that I bought one without any faces on it. We sat outside in the “beer tent” to kill some time before the show started.

The opening act was Matthew Morrison. Yes. That Matthew Morrison. Mr. Schuester from Glee. What’s weird is that the first BSB concert we went to had two opening acts. One was Mandy Moore and the other was this cheesy boy band (ha! I have standards) called LMNT. And I am pretty sure that Matthew Morrison was in that band for half a second. We officially came full circle. To be honest, he wasn’t half bad. I realize that this makes me super old. But I think we’ve already determined I’m a middle-aged woman with questionable tastes anyways. I wasn’t even that skeeved out by him rapping “Gold Digger”. There are obviously lots of things wrong with me. It did bother me that he played the Ukulele a lot. And that he pronounced it “oo-kulele”. But for the most part I was blinded by his dance moves.

Almost time!!

One of the funniest things about the concert is that the Nassau Coliseum had the foresight to convert most of its men’s restrooms into ladies’ rooms.

Obviously, they knew the target audience for this show.



The concert was amazing. They alternated between being on stage separately and being on stage together. All those boys can still move! We were also pretty close to the action as well. Mainly because two weirdos were sitting in our seats so we just stood down by the railing of our section. Better seats than what was paid for! I think I screamed more at this concert than I did at the one when I was 14. The 48oz of LaBatt, might have contributed slightly to that.

I think our faces pretty much explain everything.

So…here’s the part where a 26 year old woman cries at a boy band concert.

They brought audience members on stage! I WASN’T ONE OF THEM!

During the song “I’ll Never Break Your Heart” (ironic, considering they broke it a million times over at that moment!) BSB went down into the audience and picked four girls to come on stage with them to be serenaded. At that moment I started tearing up. It was pathetic. I was actually upset! Very! I had tears dripping down my face because I was essentially watching a dream of mine and my best friend’s die right in front of my eyes. There was a finality to it. I’m 26. These guys aren’t going to be touring forever and this felt like a last chance. It’s hard watching your dreams die! Even the stupid ones that you know were probably never going to come true. Up until that moment, I still had a little hope that meeting them was possible. Seeing that, it just killed it. It’s hard being an adult sometimes and accepting reality. It was much easier living in the delusions of my youth. I much prefer it to this often shitty reality that I find myself stuck in.

Well, after my little quarter-life crisis breakdown, it was back to screaming and dancing. NKOTBSB really knows how to put on a show. They even brought out Bell Biv Devoe! Crazy! This concert will definitely be something that stays in my memory for a very, very long time as one of the best nights of my life. So far, I don’t see much competition to unseat it.

Here’s a little video of them performing “As Long as You Love Me”. I used my phone to capture this…so profesh, I know.

Hopefully in another 12 or so years, these guys will be hard up for a gig and won’t mind playing in my apartment for $100. DREAMS CAN COME TRUE.

Also, I just enabled my OkCupid profile, so you all have that to look forward to now.

Empire State Building Experience

I know most of you are on the edge of your seats wondering how the NKOTBSB concert was on Sunday. Well, all I have to say about that is: You’re going to have a wait a little bit longer for a post about it. I’m still processing all of my emotions. Seriously. It’ll be worth the wait…especially if you like reading about pathetic, 26 year old women. There will be plenty to read on that front.

So in keeping with the theme of the week, I figured I would fill you all in on how I’m doing as a tour guide.

Another late start to the day! You can’t really blame us…we were pretty tuckered out from our NKOTBSB experience (Trust me, you’ll want to stick around this here blog for that post!). When we finally got going we headed on down to Coney Island. The game plan was to ride some rides, but when we saw the prices, we were both like, “Um, nevermind”. To put things into perspective, it is $6 per person to ride the Wonder Wheel. Now, I don’t know about you…but I’m not so sure that riding a Ferris wheel at this point in my life is worth six bucks. I’ve been on them before. Maybe when I’m rich and rolling in multiples of $6, I will shell out for it.

We quickly ended up changing our game plan to eating Nathan’s Famous hot dogs and bacon cheese fries. You only live once and it is a Coney Island staple, you have to eat there! We walked around on the boardwalk, the beach, and eventually found a photo booth to recreate a scene from our best friend movie. If you don’t know what a “best friend movie” is, it is basically a movie that you watched together a million times, that represents your friendship in some way. Ours is Beaches.

In the movie, the girls meet on the boardwalk in Atlantic City and become fast friends. One scene involves them taking photos in a photo booth…when we saw the booth at Coney Island, we were not passing up the opportunity to recreate these poses!

Shot one!


Shot two!


Shot three!


Shot four!


Here’s how ours turned out:

We are awesome.

This is what happens when you watch a movie at the age of nine…it stays with you. Stays with you long enough to eventually recreate scenes from it. In other words, Coney Island was a complete success.

After that, we hauled our asses to the Empire State Building. This was a first for me. I figured there was no better time to hit up this tourist destination, than when I actually had a tourist with me. We got suckered into springing for the NYSky Ride. It’s a flight simulator that makes it seem like you are “flying” through NYC. If any of you ever visit NYC and you get presented with this option…SKIP IT. It has not been updated since they started doing it. Which was 1995. Seriously. There’s a waiting room video that they show and they mention that the Twin Towers are in the video, because it’s “important to preserve” the memory. I have a different theory. Me thinks they didn’t want to spring for re-shooting the aerial shots of NYC. Also, Kevin Bacon does the narration. I am sure there is more current NYC celebrity that could do this. And it’s looks like it might have been shot on a handicam. Everything in that video is totally 90’s. From the clothing the pedestrians are wearing to the cars you see being driven. Honestly, only spring for this if you want a good laugh and are with a friend that you can make jokes with. I was almost crying I was laughing so hard at how dumb it was.

Then we went up to the Observation Deck on the 86th floor. It was so. crowded. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the view is amazing, but I don’t understand why people need 500 shots of the same section of NYC. Take a few and move on, there are tons of people that are up there and the space is limited. Also, there were tons of dipshits who seemed to be contemplating the meaning of life while they were up there, with long winded conversations about NOTHING, all the while hogging valuable space. MOVE IT ALONG. Yes, everything looks tiny–that doesn’t mean you need to reevaluate your situation in life. Save that for when you are drinking coffee in a diner at 2am, like a normal person.

And another thing. Tourists do not know the meaning of the words “excuse me”. Does the phrase not make it into their luggage when they are traveling? I mean, how hard is it to say, “excuse me”, when trying to get past someone? Instead of shoving past like a jackal. So I guess next time I’m in a crowded place I am just going to do away with “excuse me” and do The New Kids Dance to get people out of my way (skip to about 1:15):

I have no patience for jackalery. There was also this really annoying woman who kept trying to point out the Statue of Liberty. It was dark, you could barely see the glow of Lady Liberty’s flame: Shut the hell up. For like 10 minutes she was trying to point it out. Good lord, if we want to get a good look at it, we’ll look during the f’ing day time! Even her son was annoyed and was like, “I don’t see anything”. I think he would have pushed her off the top if he could have. I know I certainly would have liked to.

Here are some pictures to show you how much fun I am capable of having:



The peak.


Taken with my phone, because my camera sucks and I don’t know how to work the settings.


and finally…

Best Friends 4 Life.


I was also nice enough to take her into one of those tourist gift shops on 34th Street. Even though I was like so totally over seeing “I Love NY” merchandise and commemorative snow globes.

Vintage AJ McLean

In honor of the fact that I am going to see the NKOTBSB concert tonight…I figured that it is only right that I make this week’s Vintage Crush AJ McLean. The love of my 13 year old’s self.


I had this picture on my wall!


Some basics (according to my memory!)

Full Name: Alexander James McLean

Born: January 9th, 1978 in West Palm Beach, FL

Height: 5’8″ (My friend and I are debating on whether or not he was 5’9″ or not…)

Albums: 8 (7 with Backstreet Boys; one solo)

Nickname: Bone (Ha! What I would have done all those years ago…and still would!)

…engaged? Don’t know. But we all know he’s making the wrong choice. The right choice is sitting right here, blogging about him!

Picture break!

This was on my wall too!


When I found this above picture on Google, my friend and I both gasped and pointed at the screen saying, “OH MY GOD”! at the same time. We were in love with this picture. I may or may not have kissed it on New Years at midnight one year…Oh don’t look at me like that! You know that you did stupid shit like that too!

Why is AJ being named a Vintage Crush when he’s really not all that old and it’s not all that vintage? Well, I was 11 when I started liking him and that is enough reason for me. This was the first celebrity that I was head over heals for. My friend and I spent countless hours talking about AJ, rewinding AJ portions of Backstreet Boy videos…it was my youth. I would have done anything to meet AJ. I honestly believed there was some small chance that I might be able to marry him! HA! Oh youth! I remember you fondly. I really don’t think I can ever love or have that much devotion to one thing ever again. There is just something about loving so blindly that only happens once in your life. And it’s probably for the best that it is with a celebrity that you will never be involved with. It’s a little depressing…but less depressing when drinking and laughing about it with my best friend.


This is when I fell in love!

I could keep posting more pictures, but I’m sure if I do that, I will never have any readers EVER AGAIN.

So, tonight, I raise my glass to AJ McLean and the dream of marrying your first celebrity crush!

Also, I may or may not have written a graphic fanfic of AJ and I when I was in middle school…HA! OH YOUTH, I MISS YOU SO MUCH!

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