Maybe I've been
obsessing over reading about One Direction a little too much these days, for it was the boy band love of my past that showed up in my dreams last night.
The Backstreet Boys were holding a reunion concert, so naturally Caroline and I had to go...and sit in the front row, at that.
Apparently the boys were more interested in conversing with the crowd than crooning the songs that catapulted them into pop stardom, because I suddenly found myself in a rousing conversation with Howie D [consequently, my least favorite BSB member].
One innocent conversation quickly led to getting onstage and throwing back shots of vodka with them, minus recovering alcoholic, Nick Carter.
[side bar: I would NEVER, under any circumstances, take straight shots of vodka. I am not Russian.]
It must have impressed them that we were 25 year old women and not screaming 13 year olds who weren't even conceived when I was plastering posters of their faces on my bedroom walls [and ceilings] because we got invited to the after party.
Aside from more vodka imbibing, it was revealed at said party that Kevin had a crush on me. Things escalate quickly in dreams.
In true Caroline + Alex fashion, we demanded that a photo shoot take place to prove to all our friends that we were BFFs with BSB.
And how did we request that everyone pose? In standard, embarrassing boy band poses, of course. Think awkward crouches, fingers on the chin in a stance of contemplation, etc.
Our photo shoot was cut short by a Christian camp who was trying to do a group activity. Why this was taking place in a bar, I have no idea. But such is the way of my dreams.
I woke up laughing, and I like to think that this fabulous boy band dream set the pace for the positive day I've had.
Thank you, Nick, Kevin, Brian, Howie, and AJ!