When I was 18, I flew across the country to surprise a guy friend (who later became “the” Andy who was the first ex in Our WalMart Love Story). Careful parents that he had, they asked a family friend to host my stay, helping us to avoid “late night temptations,” if ya know what I mean.
So a while back, under similar circumstances, my neighbors asked if I wouldn’t mind hosting some guests of theirs. Having been in those same shoes, I was happy to accommodate their conservative parenting. I mean, sheesh, we host bands from time to time, so how could this be any different?
I’ll tell you how.
Yesterday morning, pumping from my guest bedroom was Backstreet Boy’s I Want It That Way.
Uhhhhhhhh… What’s happening? My bleary, barely-caffeinated brain was… surprised by their musical selection.
That has never happened with the bands who have crashed at our pad. First of all, none of them ever get up until noon. But second of all, ain’t no boy bands ever been jammed up in here!
Later that evening, when they guys were freshening up, we crossed paths and I clarified, “Did I hear the Backstreet Boys this morning?”
They confirmed, grinning.
Given the fact that this song got stuck in my head all day, I replied, “I feel like… you owe me an explanation.”
They laughed and elaborated.
As I understand it, this was a “kicks and giggles” summer theme song.
“You know,” one chuckled, “the 90’s!”
Um. No. I don’t get it. And now I feel old. But I like bein’ old, so it’s a’ight.
And, per your requests, here’s a little snippet of Benny-Boo’s careful stepping. He’s not great at turning corners yet, and this isn’t the awesome 18-step stretch that he showed off yesterday morning, but it’s still something.
Yes, he’s gnawing on sugar cane. Makes for happy teething.