Duh....

So less than 24 hours after I posted about being both surrounded and nearly deafened in a hotel by a bunch of preteen girls dressed in pink, I realize I may have made a huge mistake.

I volunteered to take my almost 12 year old son and 3 friends to see:

New Kids on The Block

Yep. Tonight, it'll be me, three boys, and several thousand of our friends made up of pre-teen girls, or 30 year old women, take your pick.

And I'm sure their shrieking is going to far out-do whatever noise the girls were making in the hotel last weekend.

I really had good intentions. Jordan loves 80's and 90's music. His birthday is in August. Last year, we were supposed to go see Journey for his birthday and I waited too late and the tickets sold out. Mommy guilt set in.

After I bought the tickets, I asked my husband to take them? Like, sort of pleaded a little? Surely this is something we can trade for this?

Apparently not. Not so sure that look he gave me is describable. Somewhere in between 'have you lost your mind' and 'what have you been drinking. Or smoking.'

I bought the tickets before last weekend's assault of the pink tweens.

So, I've got my husband in the garage searching for some rifle-range-grade ear plugs.

Okay, so Jordan Knight is kinda cute.

And I share an exact birthday with Donnie Wahlberg.

I'm thinking of making a big poster board sign that says: "Hey Donnie, I know you turn 40 next month!"

Maybe if he sees that sign it'll get us some backstage passes?

I wonder what the kids would do if brought some undergarments in my purse and acted like I was going to throw them on stage?