Last night we had a girl's night out at the New Kids on the Block concert. It was fabulous. I am in no way saying the lyrics are well written or they are fabulous artists. Nope. It was fabulous being surrounded by 20,000 thirty-something women dressed in jeans and sensible shoes hiding their mommy-bellies. It was fabulous pretending to be 12 years old again and trying to figure out what love was about, with our only guide NKOTB. I remember listening to the hokey songs and swooning and thinking that was what love was really like. Joey McIntire was my first celebrity crush. It was just so much fun to travel down memory lane, bad P.E. clothes, awkward middle school dances in the dark smelly gym at 4 in the afternoon.
Apparently I wasn't alone in walking down memory lane. It was great to see the groups of ladies who had dug out their old flair; huge buttons, at least 6 inches across with the New Kids faces plastered on them. Other ladies had squeezed into their original NKOTB t-shirts or jackets. And still others dressed the part of late 80's early 90's, crimped hair, neon clothes, converse tennis shoes, and side ponytails. It was fabulous to laugh at ourselves and remember what was.
Let's not forget the perfect blend of music. The old tunes were so virginal and innocent, talking about kisses and romance, just like we were innocent as children. But as adults we heard the new music about grown up love and things I don't want my kids to know about yet. It was just great. I think the cherry topping to the evening was that even though we were surrounded by 20,000 other women we never got stuck in traffic or long lines. We even magically found the one restroom with no line. And we were home within 30 minutes of the end of the concert. There is nothing that would have made it more perfect.
But today I feel hung over. I'm exhausted. This mommy body isn't able to get by on 4 hours of sleep anymore. In fact, driving home last night I realized I couldn't remember the last time I drove the car at night. I have truly become an old woman. Remembering my childhood and myself outside of a mother was good for me. Today I am a more patient parent wanting to give extra hugs and kisses.