I hear ya, sistah!

About a month ago the Backstreet Boys performed in Seoul. Later that night they were drinking and partying in Itaewon. I was there that night too but didn't see them. Imagine that. Six years ago my highschool self pictured the chance meeting of me and the boys. I pictured myself pretending not to be excited. Incredible.

Next week Oasis is coming. In eighth grade we sang "Wonderwal"l while working on art projects in Mrs. Baskin's art class.

Stupid Beitleman made fun of me for having a lazy eye. (I have a lazy eye).

"You should lay off the LSD," he said.

I replied with a killer comeback that I haven't since forgotten.

"You really shouldn't make fun of people for things they can't help. I could make fun of you for being short or ugly, but instead I choose to make fun of you for being an asshole."

Nearby, Kevin shouted "I hear ya, sistah!"

Ahh, I still bask in the glory of that moment, and it was almost ten years ago. Holy shit... ten years ago.