THERE’S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME.
I was really into boy bands.
Like, really into boy bands.
More specifically, I was insanely obsessed with a former boy band with hits like Tearin’ Up My Heart, I Want You Back, and Bye Bye Bye. There were five of them, and together they were called N ‘Sync. Perhaps you’ve heard of them?
You guys, I was obsessed.
Like, really obsessed.
I made it my mission to cover my bedroom walls with N Sync posters and buy almost everything with their faces on it. I made my parents go with me to their concerts and covered my dad’s car with their faces and played their CD’s on the way to the concerts and after the concerts and screamed during concerts until I lost my voice.
I was obsessed.
Unfortunately, I was not the Indian daughter my parents ordered and they couldn’t send me back to whatever boy band crazed world I came from.
This was me at 13-years-old.
I was so obsessed, in fact, that even after the band broke up, any piece of news I’d hear about any of the members intrigued me. Like, when Lance Bass came to Chicago while I was in college, years ago, for a book signing after he came out openly about being gay.
But no matter how much I try to stay informed about the former boy band members, or watch them when they’re on Dancing With The Stars, there’s one former member who I’m almost always informed about.
Perhaps you’ve heard of him?.
AS CLICHE AS IT SOUNDS, I’M AFRAID IT’S TRUE.
Justin was my favorite. And although I’m still heartbroken over the boy band breakup, the 13-year-old inside of me still wants to follow Justin around and find him and minimize him and carry him around in my pocket.
Because, you Guys, I’m kind of obsessed.
I was super sad when I didn’t get to see Justin perform at the House Of Blues in Chicago back in 2006 when I started college. And the only reason I didn’t buy tickets was because a boy I went to high school with said he’d get the tickets. Only this boy was kind of a liar and I never ended up going. (Lesson Here: don’t trust boys you went to high school with, or at least this particular boy. If you see him on the street, please do me a favor and punch him the face. Thanks.)
I promised myself the next time JT came into town, I’d go. Only that didn’t seem like it was going to happen anytime soon since he was busy focusing on his acting career and getting married and all.
So I waited.
And I waited.
And when I done, I waited some more.
And then the Legends of The Summer tour was announced!
I was on it, you guys. Yup, I got the presale tickets and everything. (Thank God for credit cards!)
And it wasn’t just a concert with Justin Timberlake. It was a concert with rapper, Jay-Z!
This, as everyone said, sounded like an odd combination. But lucky for me, I like odd things. Like eating a blueberry bagel with veggie cream cheese. Yes, odd. But I like me some odd.
Odd, however, can also be a lot of fun.
I bought two tickets because it seemed like one of those things that you shouldn’t go to alone. Although I have been keen on practicing being alone.
I just kind of, you know, didn’t want to go alone to this thing. So I bought two tickets and tweeted about it and my friend Katie said she wanted to go, mostly because she wanted to see Jay-z. I mostly wanted to see JT. It was perfect.
I mean, seriously, you guys, doesn’t Katie look like a Jay-Z fan?
The day of the concert rolled around and Katie met me downtown Chicago near where I was working a temp gig and we had dinner then tried to grab a bus to Soldier Field, where the concert was being held.
Only, we couldn’t get a bus. Because all of Chicago and their mamas were going to this concert and they packed the bus and we couldn’t get on. And then no other buses were running to Solider Field any time soon.
Then we tried to get a cab. Only we couldn’t get a cab. Because all of Chicago and their mamas were going to this concert.
All of Chicago and their mamas.
We finally caught a cab and the driver dropped us off as close as he could because he couldn’t get through the insane traffic. Because, once again, all of Chicago and their mamas were going to this concert.
Then we walked the rest of the way. With apparently the entire city of Chicago. Because you guys, all of Chicago and their mamas were going to this concert.
Then Katie was worried we were going to miss the show. And, surprisingly, I was the calm one in this situation because I’m never the calm one in any situation. I kind of had a feeling they wouldn’t come out on time based on past concert experiences. (Thank you, Mariah Carey for being such a diva. You have taught me well.) But if Katie was right and we were going to miss the show, then I would be sad. And, I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t like being sad. It’s not very fun. So either way, we had to get our butts to Solider Field ASAP.
Only it was kind of hard to get there ASAP when this was in our way.
I didn’t realize how insane the crowd would be. There were Jay-Z fans. There were Justin Timberlake fans. There were former N ‘Sync fans. Actually, I think the majority of the crowd were former N ‘Sync fans. I saw quite a few people wearing their N ‘Sync t-shits. And one wearing a Kanye West t-shirt. Um, I think she was at the wrong concert. It’s OK. I almost wore my Mariah Carey t-shirt. Almost.
I hate to admit it, but as Katie said, the show was more like Justin Timberlake featuring Jay-Z. But even so, it was still a fun concert, and we got to do that thing Jay-Z does with his hands. You know, that thing he does with his hands. You guys know what I’m talking about, right? I just looked through my pictures and I didn’t get him with his hand gesture, but I got this picture where he’s all bling bling.
Then we got to brush our shoulder’s off when he told his too. You know, brushing your shoulders off. Jeez, it’s like talking to a wall here. Hello Cyber Space, brushing your shoulders off!
If you’re into old school Jay-Z then you know what I’m talking about.
It’s has something to do with ladies being pimps and brushing your shoulders off. I think.
I mean, seriously, don’t we look pimps?
And then JT brought Sexy Back. I mean, seriously, if anyone is going to bring Sexy Back, I think this guy would.
And I wanted to stalk Justin Timberlake’s tour bus but didn’t want walk around like an idiot, alone, at 2 o’clock in the morning not knowing what I was doing because, you guys, I’ve never actually stalked a tour bus before and don’t know the first thing about it. Plus Katie kept giving me crazy looks and was all ” Um, I have work in the morning and so do you…”
Really, It’s Katie’s fault I don’t have a picture with Justin Timberlake to post on this blog. Feel free to yell at her.
But, I mean, I kind of have a picture with him.
He’s right behind me. Can you tell?
I suppose even if we did try to stalk JT, we wouldn’t have been able to get through this.
And all of this.
Seriously, all of Chicago and their mamas. And we all took the train together.
And in my defense, JT, at one point did say, ” I see you in the back.” I think he was talking to us. Actually, I’m pretty sure he was.
And so what if I only slept two hours. That’s enough to function like a normal human being, right? Did I mention I had to work an event at 7 a.m. the next morning?
Whatever. Who needs sleep? You just need a little bit of this.
P.S. JT, if you’re reading this, I love you. Like, I’m kind of obsessed. And I’m totally not as insane as I sound in this blog post. I promise.
P.P.S. If you want to see the millions of pictures I took you can see them on my Facebook Page here.
Have you ever been so insanely obsessed with someone or something that you only had two hours of sleep and bought everything with their faces on it? Were you boy band crazed?