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Twenty Years Ago....
I went to camp.

No, not the camp I worked at.

It was Space Camp. OK?

While at camp I met my best friend.

No, we weren't a bunch of space geeks. We had dreams of being astronauts, but lets be real. We were there for two reasons: socializing and boys.

And for the record, I was commander of our simulated shuttle mission. The BFF got to dress up in a space suit and got to ride on the SRMS Arm (Shuttle Remote Manipulator System.)

Yes, I still remember that. I even have a book that tells me how to fly the shuttle. You know. In case I'm needed by NASA in a pinch.

So, my BFF was a military kid--her dad was in the Marines. After camp, they were going to be stationed in Japan. We kept in touch by writing letters (that was WELL before e-mails and text messages).

Then, in 1988, a common thread started in our letters. A common thread of a popular boy band who sang songs like Cover Girl and You Got It (The Right Stuff). We had the posters. We had their CD's. We had the VCR tapes of their concerts and Pay-Per-View shows (that are now warbled and sound like the band is underwater).

We did not, however, have the bed sheets
Or the slippers.
Or the dolls.
Or the marbles with their faces inside.

Now, 20 years later, we will be going to that popular boy band's concert.

We'll be sitting in row 7, lower level, stage left.In 12 hours, we'll be seeing this:



But really, we'll be acting like we're 15 again. And while we may be seeing 30 something men singing and dancing on stage, in our minds we'll probably be seeing this:

I just hope that the BFF leaves her Space Camp jacket at home (yes, she has a space camp jacket and STILL wears it. Ask her hubby.).

I mean, just because we're going to be acting like we're 15 doesn't mean we need to dress like we did when we were 15.