Tuesday, July 26, 2011
a night with NKOTBSB and a morning with you
as you well know, i went to the NKOTBSB concert saturday night. and it did not disappoint. but i want to tell you something. matthew morrison was the opening act. he was wearing his trademark fedora. he flashed his dimpled smile and sashayed across the stage, crooning jazz hits and spinning around. but my heart only skipped one beat, not the two i expected, when he whispered in to the microphone and looked up into the camera, his blue eyes twinkling. similarly, my temperature only rose a few degrees when donnie wahlberg ran across the stage, ripped off his tank top and threw it into the crowd, though others around me fanned themselves in exasperated desperation.
and then, when my favorite backstreet boy, nick, chose a woman from the crowd, placed her on a barstool and sang just to her, leaning over into a backbend across her lap, i only felt the slightest tinge of jealousy, unmatched by the shouts and hollers echoing off the coliseum walls. they sang. they danced. they pelvic thrust their way into the night. and i watched in enjoyment, it is true.
but on sunday, as we sat in church. on the hard-backed chairs. we bowed our heads and you. you reached for my hand and held it between yours as we prayed. and i felt my heart leap to my toes and swell with love.
that, my sweet, is the right stuff.