Backstreet Boys are throwing a party in Amsterdam

My app exploded somewhere in November. BSB (as we affectionately abbreviated the boys) is coming to Ziggo and we have to go there. I am known for not turning down a party, so the tickets were bought. And suddenly it’s tonight and we’re making arrangements about which parking garage we’ll meet in.

I just received the encouraging message that they now have a bit of a crackhead vibe (not my words), so I’m glad we’re sitting somewhere in the back and up high. From there they are so small that we can still hold on to the image of the past a little bit. But, but, but: after that little concert at Ziggo, they are going to hit the town for an afterparty at Café Waterhole on the Leidse. Nick Carter and Howie D. are already present, but maybe a boy here and there will join in. You never know. I suspect there will be a line from Leidseplein to Kalverstraat with hysterical women (I would like to call us ‘girls’, but honestly: we are no longer that) trying to catch a glimpse of Nick. Meanwhile, I’m staying nice and high in that corner of Ziggo, all to honor the Nick of the past. ‘I waaaaaant it thaaaaat way.’