the right stuff?

last night krista came over and we had a girls' night, consisting of wine, ice cream, and the season premiere of saturday night live, hosted by steve carell. because, well, who doesn't love steve carell?

after SNL was over, we channel surfed for a bit and finally landed on showtime at the apollo. we marvelled at the bad 80s hairstyles for a while, and then the most glorious thing happened -- showtime at the apollo gave us a performance by none other than the new kids on the block! whoa. whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.

friends, it was TERRIBLE. both krista and i are reformed new kids fans. we've both seen them in concert. we've both had crushes on various members of the all-singing-all-dancing crap of the world band (my crush was on jordan, hers was on danny, because he was the ugly one and krista just had to be an oppositionist). and we've both gone through the shame and therapy sessions about learning to love yourself despite your terrible one-time obsession with a boy band. and we've lived to tell the tale.

and most importantly, we lived to see just how bad the NKOTB are, courtesy of showtime at the apollo. man. we're talking terrible choreographed dance steps, blatant lip-synching, awful music -- the works!

it was the perfect ending to a girls' night. for krista and me, at least. some girls may prefer strippers or random hook-ups. but not us -- we're totally fine with little reminders that at least in one point in our life, we were much much less cool than we are now.