I just have to say it's weird to be at Credit Union Centre without seeing any "Click, Click, Click" shirts.
Angela and I attended the Montgomery Gentry concert. Very very different crowd.
No screaming soccer mom's. No Perez-type men in tight pink t-shirts. No bus stalking.
It was the "Craven crowd". Loud and rowdy. Let's get drunk and dance. Or beak the security.
It just doesn't have the same magical feeling as a New Kids on the Block concert.
And I'm still pissy that those RoadHammers broke my camera, probably from being so ugly. They are definitely no Jordan Knight.
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