number 7

go to a concert.
and yes, indeed did i go to a concert.

i was channelling my inner thirteen year old self and was jumping up and down, hooting and hollering for five grown men , who were dancing unbelievably in sync. there were women from all walks of life. young, old, pregnant, mothers, daughters. even men. some dragged by their significant other and some who willingly came by themselves. like the gay guy sitting next to me who asked me numerous times if he could borrow my binoculars so he could check the guys out. this guy was a riot.
it was almost eighteen years ago when i first saw these guys in concert. there was something about them that captivated me. it's almost embarrassing to admit that today. maybe it was their sappy heart sicken songs that got me thru my many junior high crushes. and if i remember correctly this is the song that i danced my first slow dance to.

it was pure entertainment watching these guys perform. i couldn't stop smiling and laughing. there was something exhilarating about seeing them in concert again. it was a nice walk thru memory lane.