I can still remember my night with Shaun. He was my hardy boy who helped me believe in magic. It was my first concert and Shaun Cassidy could do da doo ron ron all night long. Of course, there were thousands of other screaming prepubescent girls there too but to this day I believe Shaun was singing to me.
This past week, it was Justin. You know, that guy who’s bringing sexy back. We had an intimate night together at a cozy little place called Madison Square Garden. Our evening was briefly interrupted when I ran into my daughter’s gymnastics instructor Joey in the cocktails line but I quickly refocused on Timberlake. This guy practically channels Michael Jackson with his dance moves (minus the child molestation baggage). He may not be the hottest guy in the room but my J.T. can do it all: sing, dance, play the piano plus he’s so sweet and humble with that Memphis accent. I can’t understand how Britney cheated on him.
My girlfriend Abby from high school hooked us up with the tickets. She loves J.T. too. We may get older but we never lose our crushes. Shaun was my first and I promise, Justin isn’t my last. My husband Rick has his own. Just ask him about Salma Hayek sometime.
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Speaking of my friend Abby, she has her own successful college counseling business. Check it out at Abby Siegel & Associates. And if you find me amazing seats to a Justin Timberlake concert, I’ll shamelessly plug your business too.
Also, quite a few readers have asked about our dog Martini. She is still living in Connecticut. We took care of her a few weekends ago (you may remember the dead bunny incident) when the family went out of town. Martini is really warming up to them and life in the suburbs. We miss her in the city. She sends a postcard now and then.