Monthly Archives: March 2013

Off to See the Wizard

Tonight I’ll be boarding a plane headed to Boston. I’ve never been to the east coast and I’m very excited to make the trip, even if it is by myself.

I’m making a pilgrimage, of sorts, and going to attend an album release event for the New Kids on the Block. If you’ve ever read my blog before then you know I’m a lifelong fan of the group. I was practically born lusting after Joe McIntyre. Up until recently, however, my fandom has been pretty lazy. I didn’t realize it was lazy until I came in contact with the members of the NKOTB Fanclub. The Blockheads.

I became a Blockhead in January when I learned it would grant me early access to concert tickets and help ensure I’d be in the first few rows of any show I wanted to attend. I’m a concert elitist, after all, and nosebleed seats just won’t do. Along with early access to shows, I gained access into the message boards on the band’s website. I’ve learned so much. And I’m a little frightened.

The guys in 1990 and again in present day

The guys in 1990 and again in present day

These women, because there are only women, are insane. They have dedicated their lives to NKOTB. They spend thousands of dollars yearly on tours, cruises, special events and merchandise. They devote hours and hours of time to NKOTB-related charities and twitter campaigns. They tweet literally hundreds of times a day to try and get a glimmer of attention from their favorite New Kid. All of this behavior makes me feel normal again, and it is a relief. These likeminded women are a godsend and even just through the virtual world of the online forums I’ve started to learn to stop automatically defending my fandom. Let’s start embracing!

I tell you all of this because I’m attending my first “Blockhead event” tomorrow. I, along with 1,999 other women will be crammed into the Orpheum Theatre in Boston tomorrow night to help NKOTB usher in their latest album, “10”. I have no idea what to expect from the event or from the other ladies, but I am positive it will provide some really entertaining blog-fodder.

I’ll take notes and try not to get lynched by a mob of Blockheads so that I can get back to you all and give a glimpse to the inside world of adult boyband fans.

It’s Britney, B*tch

Ok, so it’s not Britney. But I am making a comeback not unlike the once-upon-a-time-teen-queen.

I recently learned that school is no longer an option for me. I have exhausted my government loans and my past lives have rendered me unlendable via private institutions, so I can’t pay for tuition any more. I’m a pseudo-graduate with only 20 credits left to go. It’s a shame but I’m trying not to spiral into a bottomless pit of depression because that pit will only hold greasy french fries and piles of chocolate and without school to keep me busy in the evenings I’m bound to balloon to a sexy 500 lbs in no time. Instead of wallowing in blubber, I’m telling myself to capitalize on this newfound free time. Like the mid-90s Irish girl group, B*Witched once said, “Say you will, say you won’t…C’est la vie”. I don’t actually know what “c’est la vie” means, but I suspect it’s something like “carpe diem”. So that’s what I’m going to do. Carpe the diem and c’est the vie.

I’m going to get out of my apartment and do things. I’m going to have new experiences so that I can write about them instead of leaving this blog empty and echoing for months at a time. Wouldn’t that be fun? It would. You’ll like it. I do still have a few weeks left of this semester, although I’m finding it hard to get motivated to work at anything since it’s all pointless in the end. After that, it’s go time. And it’s Britney, bitch.