The Weekend That Killed Me- Cruse 09'

From the title of this blog it can go one of two ways.  Either I was one of the lucky on SS NKOTB...or I wasn't.  In my case, it was the latter.  Here is a blog of someone who wasn't aboard the ship of dreams.  Before I begin, I do not hate on anyone that was on the boat. It was my fault I wasn't there. No big.

When the "Save The Date" announcement was put up back last December I remember not knowing WHAT the hell it was going to be.  The board I was on had many ideas and speculations.  Never in my dreams did I think they would be doing another cruise, that would be nuts! All those women on one boat with the 5 hottest men around? No way. I remember saying to myself, "the guys wouldn't do that. Look how rough concerts are!" Grown woman attacking each other (yes I have witnessed this first hand) for a glimpse of them, nooo way. I refused to believe it.

Well blow me down! That January morning as I was being beat with a sock em' bopper (I am a nanny) I got a text from my friend, "IT'S A CRUISE!!!"  My stomach sank.  I was a college student trying to pay off her fall NKOTB expenses, there was no way a cruise was going to work into my budget. I had to suck it up and let someone else deserving take my spot.  Plus, if I like breathing I would have too.  My parents put up with a lot, but THAT...no way in Hell.

A month later the Spring tour was announced. THAT I could do! I brought my ass to Baltimore, Hershey and Syracuse (I never blogged about Balt/Hershey, because it was just the normal stalking with some goodies attached...maybe another day).  Baltimore and Hershey fell on the last few weeks of my spring break, so I refused to miss those. It was a good times with friends and I am always up for a road trip!  With these dates I was more content than ever not doing the whole boat thing.

The idea of cruising popped into my head every once and a while and I would have to talk myself down. Different excuses went through my head as to why I wasn't going.  "You get sea sick!" "2,500 girls and 5 guys...not going to work" "Mags and Chas (my parents) would KILL you"..."You have a fear of open water!"  That one always won. After "Titanic" and the Wahlberg's brother's movie "The Perfect Storm" I have an irrational fear of open water. I probably would have a panic attack the whole time.

With these thoughts running through my mind, I thought I was prepared for that weekend. MAN...how wrong I was.

I was okay when I woke up that Friday. I went about my morning...then I started getting texts from friends who were there. They were behind Joe in line. Welllllll...FML! That is when the depression set in.  It was worse when I found out they were in the same fire drill as him.
As the days dragged on, I became attached to my laptop, my mood got worse. I never felt like this over a New Kids event.  I have had soooo much success and got so much love at this point I shouldn't be....jealous.  That is exactly what I was though.  It is hard to describe. The guys were still tweeting and my friends were still texting. Once that stopped though, there was nothing.  We knew none of the craziness that was going on!  I was dying. 

That Saturday, Jess and I had a Donnie day...and an eating day.  We got the best red velvet cupcakes we've ever had and went to town. Had a Boomtown marathon and ate our way through the day.  Nothing some Dongasms and carbs won't cure.  Don't get me wrong, we didn't just sit there with frowns on our faces, that is not in our nature.  We laugh so loud and frequently we just can't help it. We were just bummed, because we knew we missed a chance of a life time.  By the end of the day it was 2 days down, 1 to go...Jordan's birthday.

Thank God for finals, because finally I closed down twitter, my internet, anything connected to NKOTB and I focused.  Once I was done with all my work though I was just sad.  I wanted to celebrate with the guys. I knew that day was big, because back in February he was talking it up. My heart was breaking.  I was thrilled for my friends and all the girls going who never had a chance to see the guys.  It was just hard. I went to bed early that night.

The next day, Monday morning, I had a final and when I came out I had 3 missed calls and a few texts. All my friends from the boat.  I was kind of dreading the calls.  I listened to the voicemails and read the texts.  Most of them were "oh.my.God"s or freak outs.  I called one friend, then another and so on.  All of them had a great time and I couldn't help but get excited with them as they recap their stories!  I squealed at some of the things they had to say.  I was sooo excited for them.  My weekend of depression was gone as soon as I heard their happy voices relaying every thing that happened.

In the long run, it worked out. I was able to do a week long stint for the Full Service tour and had a great time.  That was basically the point of this blog, linking the Spring tour to Summer festivities.