Take Cover

This is a week that will go down in infamy. On Tuesday evening, myself and four of my best friends in the world will descend from our different cities of origin (Brooklyn, Manhattan, Lawrence, somewhere in Alabama, and Kansas City) on the Sprint Center in downtown KC for a once in a lifetime event.

New Kids on the Block. Live. In concert. Bring on the leg warmers and slap bracelets, bitches.

In preparation for the big night, three of us got together in our hometown for the first time in months to have a drinking test run. Here’s what I learned that night:

1. This song makes us feel like we’re sixteen again. In a good way. Especially when it’s on constant repeat and we request it at every drinking establishment we visit.

It’s like Britney knew this event was coming up, so she got her shit together just in time.

[Yes, I know this isn’t my normal musical taste. But if you’ve ever been out with these girls, you’d understand. It’s effing infectious.]

2. Holy crap, Mara is an awful driver! The quote of the evening (besides “Womanizer, womanizer, oh you’re a womanizer baby”) would have to be “Don’t worry guys, Nissans don’t flip.”

3. We held a wicked dance off in a “club” that seemed similar to this:

But in reality, it was much closer to this:

4. True Blood is possibly the stupidist show I’ve ever seen. I mean, I love vampires as much as the next gal, but seriously…Sookie? Which means I will obviously be obsessed with the show in a short time….

What?

Oh, sorry, I was just watching clips of True Blood on YouTube. Crap. Nevermind.

5. Blogging is not appreciated by everyone. And Twittering is somewhat reviled.

“I just don’t understand why you need to put all your feelings out there. I mean, why?”

“Because I am an attention whore who cannot help but blab on and on and on about herself. Jeez, don’t you know me at all?!” [Storms off in huff, takes shot, falls down]

Now I must go nap, for Donnie, Danny, Johnny, Jordon and Joey cannot wait for a sleepy, hungover suburban mother to get her crap together.