Planet Panic_Notes From the Queen of Procrastination by Pam Pastor

Author:Pam Pastor [Pastor, Pam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9789712731587
Google: vZ26AQAACAAJ
Goodreads: 40239690
Publisher: Anvil Publishing
Published: 2015-06-15T22:07:00+00:00

March 30, 2015

Fan-

girling

Confessions of a New Kids On The Block stalker

I was in fifth grade when I fell in love with New Kids On The Block. Jordan Knight was my favorite. I thought his curly hair and crazy falsetto were sexy.

I bought magazines, books and comic books, posters, tapes and trading cards. I had NKOTB watches—one with a flip cover and a set of five that you can mix and match.

I was a hardcore fan. I knew the songs, I knew the dance steps, and I truly believed that one day, Jordan Knight would meet me and fall in love with me. My classmate, let’s call her K, tried to crush that dream by telling me that Jordan was calling her long-distance every night from his hot tub. I believed her for about five seconds until I realized that Jordan probably wouldn’t be wasting his time calling a scrawny fifth-grader. And what was she doing imagining a naked guy in a tub?

My cousin Chrissie and I had matching NKOTB shorts printed with red hearts, the boys’ pictures and their autographs. We wore those shorts to the New Kids’ concert in Manila in 1992, pairing them with red shirts (tucked in, of course), red socks and white Tretorns. We we were 11 and 12, and we thought we looked so cool. Other fans thought we looked cool, too—teenage girls kept stopping us at the show to ask where we got our shorts.

It was years later that I realized that they weren’t really shorts, they were boxers. Our parents unknowingly let us go to the concert wearing men’s underwear.

Theirs was the first concert I ever went to. I stood on my chair, using my grandpa’s binoculars to really see them while my great-aunt sat on hers, eating Chippy and looking bored. She was our designated chaperone. At the end of the show, I felt like crying. I didn’t want them to go.

Twenty years later, New Kids On The Block returned to Manila with the Backstreet Boys.

Jill, who is also a hardcore NKOTB fan (she loves Joe and she still has her NKOTB books, comic books, scrapbooks, sleeping bag, shirt, towel, pins, ticket, drawings), and I were ready. We bought the most expensive tickets and pledged to stalk the boys.

We hung out at EDSA Shangri-La Hotel and watched them arrive with brightly colored leis around their necks. I trembled when I first saw them but they quickly disappeared into the elevator.

Members of the Backstreet Boys kept walking by, but the New Kids were nowhere to be seen. Jonathan reappeared; Jill asked him to sign her sketch from 1995 and I had my photo taken with him.

The next day, at the concert, we wore newly made NKOTB shirts. We didn’t sit at all. We spent two and a half hours screaming and singing along. Most of them are dads now but they were still hot.

Our stalking wasn’t over. After the show, we went straight to EDSA Shangri-La Hotel to see them one last time. Our timing was perfect; we spotted Jonathan by the side entrance.

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