Real talk? I do not care that I am in my 20's and have a crush, nay, infatuation with Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys. I was getting irritated with the building anticipation. It was hot. People watching was getting annoying--side note: people do NOT know how to dress for their body type. The first thought that popped into my mind when the lights went out was "ok let's get this over with," I have no idea why I wasn't pumped. The very SECOND AJ, Brian, Howie, and Nick came into view I was 17 again....you guys SEVENTEEN! No shame....none. I have not listened to their music since 2001-ish...when they left the scene...incidentally, I knew EVERY word to EVERY song...funny how that works. The memories came flooding back...it was all very nostalgic in a way. I was mezmerized....smitten if you will. I've always, always been an *NSYNC girl, but tonight it was all about BSB. Never mind the fact that Nick still can't dance (nobody's perfect), AJ is a little bit "chunky monkey," Brian is married and has a kiddo, and Howie is....well...Howie...never did pay much attention to the dude. There's is no other group of girls I'd rather share this concert with than my Combs sisters....we go way back. Legs sore (from jumping up and down...don't judge)...no voice....sore throat....dehydrated...Best. Night. Ever.....so far.