I'm jetting off to Vegas for the weekend, where I will meet a great gal pal at the airport, who is flying in ass early from NYC. We're going to be Blue Man Grouping and Cirque du Soleil-ing and generally escaping the "June Gloom" as my brother's ex-girlfriend says.
I'm leaving you in good hands - none other than those of the Back Street Boys. Leaders in the tradition of boy bands returning with initials only, these 90s guys are now BSB. They bring their wives on tour and blog about babies. That last part creeps me out.
After my most amazing concert experience ever at NKOTB a few months ago, any boy band reunion has the official 52 Faces seal of approval. Watch as they discuss their "water butt" issues in non-potable countries and Howie suddenly gets fakely Hispanic. And for the record, my favorite was always a tie between Howie Dorough (the clean cut ethnic one) and AJ McLean (the tattooed, stage-humping one with the molester voice).
Nick has lost the baby fat to reveal a grade A douche.
(Not sure how I feel about the cleaned up, totally boring, "so L.A." AJ)