ita, which En Vogue song?
Oh, not in the medley--they were at my concert of shame.
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ita, which En Vogue song?
Oh, not in the medley--they were at my concert of shame.
OH! Got it.
NKOTB. Seven times.
My grandkids will need therapy for that.
NKOTB. Seven times.
Wow, Aims. I'm suddenly holding my head a smidge higher, having only seen them once (Anaheim Amphitheatre, they didn't play San Diego that year), though I did pay
scalper
ticket agent prices to get the ticket.
And I'm almost positive that my Jonathan doll is still living somewhere out in the garage.
All 5 of my dolls and everything I ever owned with their likeness on it is in a trunk in my parent's barn.
Matter of fact, I think it's about time to open that thing.
I think I gave my comforter to Goodwill when I was in college, but the smaller stuff is still around. Matter of fact, the coffee-table book is in my bookshelf in the spare room. Might need to pull that down and flip through. Memories...
eta: You want I should bring trading cards to F2F? I'm sure there's some I still
need
don't have.
The only thing I don't have is my "Hangin' Tough" video. I lent it to a friend and she never returned it.
Five years ago.
I was recently bummed to discover that my videotape of their performance on Arsenio has disappeared. Though, mostly I was bummed 'cause that was the tape that had Heathers on it. But still - bummed.
I just got slammed with a wicked migraine. I want to go crash, but I'm expecting a package that delivery was attempted on yesterday. I don't wanna miss it.
I think I might die.
t /over dramatic
wicked migraine
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked!
Unless you're us...