This is why I recruited my (wonderfully amazing and generous) friend Rachel to spend three glorious days on a gigantic boat with me and BSB. This is our story.
Our adventure truly began with a shuttle ride from the hotel to the port, in a 16-passenger van filled with other people headed for the BSB Cruise as well. This is an incrediblly accurate portrayal of how we felt once we arrived at the port:
As this would be my first ever personal encounter with the Backstreet Boys (besides the time I went to their concert in 2003 with my college roommate Charisse and I made her stalk their tour buses with me so that I could briefly touch Kevin's hand through a chain link fence) as well as my first ever cruise, my excitement was pretty extreme.
After this initial greeting of the men of all of our dreams, Rachel and I headed back to the room to change for dinner. And then to snap some pics with Fake BSB. Because why get a picture with the real thing when you can get a picture with a cardboard cutout of the Backstreet Boys and a TINY ADORABLE PUPPY?!
So, we walked around the ship that night dressed like this:
Here he is saying "Yessssssss! I love how great I look in white linen pants."
And of course, they appeased us all by singing a tiny bit of a capella, all five of them, together again! (They would have had a serious riot on their hands had they not indulged us.)
Sometime later that afternoon, the Boys tried to walk along the beach to do various activities, such as jet ski and play beach volleyball. This is what it looked like anytime they tried to walk somewhere:
Complete bombardment. And this is 2011, 12 years after "I Want It That Way." Can you imagine if they had tried to have this cruise back then?!?!! They would have been pulled limb from limb. And we still got a front row seat to the beach volleyball game.
my gold dress! It is now officially an NYE dress) to instead watch Oklahoma State completely destroy OU in football. This happens...almost never, so it was more than worth it.
GROUP PICTURE with the Backstreet Boys. This was really the only time you were guaranteed to be face-to-face with them on this cruise, and people went all out. Girls went in there wearing headdresses, cocktail dresses, bikinis, ball gowns. It was kind of intense. Rachel and I wore shirts and shorts. Yay for us normal (boring) people! The rest of our fun little group was pretty normal too.
WRONG ANSWER. It did get better. Because they sang a song no one has heard live since 1998, and it slays the girls every time. A little ditty called "If You Want It To Be Good, Girl, Get Yourself a Bad Boy."
Even the cruise workers had to stop and take pics. They are the luckiest cruise workers of all time to be on this boat.
And that's it. The last night. The next day we disembarked? debarked? unboarded? the ship and returned back to our regular lives. But not before we saw and talked to AJ in line for Starbuck's at the airport.
Also, let's take one more look at this:
Rachel, you are the greatest friend. You are such a trooper, don't judge me in my BSB fantasies, and just make it so easy to have a great time with you, no matter where we are. Thank you for taking this trip with me. Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah.
Readers, thank you for indulging me! Back to regularly scheduled, non-BSB-related blogging for at least another year!