Circles

It's official. I have caught the One Direction bug.

But I mean...they're so damn cute.

So the shame is minimal.

I have an... active history with boy bands. When I was 5 I would make homemade posters out of looseleaf that read "Backstreet Boys for Life". I'd play their CD's in this robotic purple boom box that weighed 20 pounds and dance around my room for hours. I didn't have a full set of teeth yet, but I sure as hell had a Backstreet Boys nightgown.

I never liked N'SYNC though. When I was just a toddler, they cut my family in line for that giant globe ride at Epcot. Who do they think they are? HOOLIGANS.

Then came the Jonas Brothers. My love for those boys was, and still is, monumentally elephantine. Multiple hundreds of dollars spent for numerous concerts all of which left me deaf and mute at the same time. My walls were not only littered with posters but with the most delicately hand cut collages in every which direction. When I ran out of wall space, I started taping things to my ceiling. It wasn't the most astute of ideas and they fell on top of me as I was sleeping.

I didn't mind waking up to them on top of me though...

Thus I was already expecting some sort of recapitulation. An addict stays an addict.

I surprised my little sister (watching her is like catching old reruns of my Jonas days) with tickets for their concert in Hershey Park...NEXT summer.

They're overwhelmingly splendid tickets too; first row of the upper balcony above the stage. And they didn't even break my wallet! Which is astounding because for the unexperienced ticket buyer you can't listen to these boys from the arena bathroom for under $300 A PIECE.

Interestingly enough, I now find that my thoughts are narrated in a British accent. An engrossing side effect I must say...

Especially considering all my previous British cultural knowledge came from Harry Potter.

You've prepped me well J.K. Rowling.

"Curiosity often Leads to Trouble" Disney's Alice in Wonderland

xoxo
Olivia