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Get on the Floor and Do the New Kids Dance

This weekend, I am living in the past.

Last night, by a strange twist of fate, I ended up at the Happy Days off Broadway musical, where I spent a few hours trying to figure out whether they were making fun of Happy Days or celebrating it, and consequently, trying to decide whether I wanted to stay till the end of the show or just leave and go get blindingly drunk at a nearby bar. I could never decide– I don’t think the cast could either. All I know is  that through two and a half hours of lyrics like “I’ll take you dancing on the moon,” no one jumped a single freaking  shark, and that’s just plain annoying.

Later today, I’ll be going to see a Star Trek movie based on the original series, which is something I haven’t done since 1991.

All this retro craziness began Friday morning when the New Kids on the Block performed “Hangin’ Tough” on the Today Show to a crowd of screaming women and gay men–just like old times. I watched this and had instantaneous post traumatic flashbacks of the first concert I ever went to, which was, of course, a NKOTB concert. I went with my friend Yari, who got so excited when they came on stage that she choked me until I blacked out. We were in the third grade.

I was always a Jon girl, and it’s nice to see that, like Harison Ford in that Tomb scene at the end of Last Crusade, I have chosen wisely. He’s aged well and doesn’t reek of having pickled his liver in pills and booze the way the rest of them have… with the exception of Jordan. Jordan seems like his addictions would trend more towards Botox and oxygen bars.

Oh, and Danny still looks like a monkey.

Well, got to go tease my bangs, put on my new Roos, and head out to Topkapi so I can buy some new slap bracelets.

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  • I’m a little too young to be excited by NKOTB, so the Jabbawockeez stole the show for me.

    • They’re everywhere now! I love how they’ve become like the autotune of dancing. If you can’t really dance that well, just hire the Jabbawockeez and let them do it for you.

  • I blame women and their shitty little-girl musical tastes for destroying the music industry.

  • I love it everytime I hear of someone new who had their first concert experience seeing NKOTB. There are so many of us! I was 10, and our seats were so far back at the top corner of the stadium, that despite the shrill screams that surrounded me and my cousin, I fell asleep on the shoulder of my poor uncle who took us.