Saturday, January 21, 2006

Backstreet's Back...All Right

When I arrived on The Island about a month ago, my uncle mentioned that Backstreet Boys were coming to town. Why he mentioned this to me, I have no clue. Maybe my demeanor just screams “I enjoy boy band music.” Anyway, knowing his connectedness, I jokingly asked him for backstage passes. Surprisingly, he said “OK, I’ll ask.”

A month passes by without me giving another thought to my request when my account director at The Agency says to me at a meeting, “You like the Backstreet Boys, right?” I respond with a hesitant, “Umm yeah. Why?” She replies, “OK, well I’m getting tickets for the show. They’re being delivered right now.” At this point I am in disbelief because I didn’t think I would actually get these tickets. I’m also feeling a little guilty because I pledged my allegiance to NSYNC after No Strings Attached was released. Seriously, who didn’t like “Bye, Bye, Bye?” Yeah, that’s right. I bought No Strings Attached the day it was released. Someone also stole it from me a few months later…cheap bastard.

So the tickets arrive, and right away I read to see where I’ll be sitting. The first thing I notice is that they say “VIP Patron.” This obviously piques my interest. Guilt is somewhat going away now. Then I go to the venue’s website to see where Section 103, Row BB is located. I saw sections 104-115 diagrammed right down on the floor, but I did not see a section 103. I get a little scared because I’m in a section that isn’t on the seating chart. Though this causes a little apprehension, I decide to screw it and just go. I’ve been given two tickets that say “VIP Patron” on them. There is no way they’re going to be worse than upper bowl at The Palace.

I scuttle my NSYNC guilt and see if my cousin Krizzie wants to go. It seems she was also hesitant because it has been years since BSB came out with anything. She told her friends at school and they just broke into song—“Tell me whhyyyeeee” and “Backstreet’s back…all right!” Apparently, everyone gives the same reaction when you tell them you are going to a BSB concert. During our brainstorming session, the other people at The Agency found out I was going to this event and they immediately also belted out hit lyrics like “Evvryyyboooodddyyy, yeeeeaaaahh. Rock your boooddddyyyy, yeeeeaaahh.” These were people in their mid 30s to early 40s. I guess BSB has a very wide appeal. All this singing makes me excited.

It’s about 7:30 and we take off for the show. I get there and buy two hot dogs and four beers because I haven’t eaten dinner and it’s like an American tradition to drink before and during concerts. I can’t forget American tradition just because I’m back in the motherland. All this cost the equivalent of $4.50. Yes, you read that correctly. I got two hot dogs and four beers for $4.50 at stadium pricing. The earlier singing combined with the tastiness of the hot dogs and beers starts giving me a really good feeling about this show.

Once inside, we saw the signs directing us to section 103. We asked the usher to show us to our seats, and he told us to follow him. This guy kept walking, and walking, and walking until he reached the 2nd row. I was stunned. Krizzie and I just looked at each other in astonishment. We knew this had to be sweet. Suddenly, the lights went down and I saw five figures at the top of the steps on the stage. The place went nuts. I went nuts. I didn’t care. I was sitting 2nd row.

I have to say that BSB are quite the performers. I was thoroughly impressed, and they had me questioning my allegiance to NSYNC the whole time. They just kept belting out hits like “All I Have to Give,” “I Want It That Way,” “Larger Than Life,” “Drowning,” “I’ll Never Break Your Heart,” “Quit Playing Games,” “Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely,” and “Everybody.” I was blown away. I didn’t even know they had some of these songs in their arsenal. They were snipers, firing one hit after another. I just kept thinking, “Backstreet’s back…all right!”

I have some things I want to say about the guys in the band. Brian was definitely into the show. He looked like he was loving every bit of it; I liked the enthusiasm. Howie D.—thanks for cutting your hair. You no longer look like a douchebage. It was very obvious that Kevin felt he was too old for this. I did some research on IMDb and it turns out that he is going to be 35 in October. Poor guy. He was wearing his wedding ring during the performance, and he just looked like he wanted to go home so he could hang out with his wife. Nick Carter is one fat, dirty bastard. He looks like a mess. I think he’s depressed from not having Paris to slap around anymore, or that his little brother is doing more of a disservice to the family name than he ever has. There was one point in the concert where he truly showed his sketchiness. He leaned forward at the end of a song, gave the finger to some girls right up by the stage, ran the finger up his neck, and as he neared his mouth he flashed the “V” with his index and middle fingers and stuck his tongue through it. Real classy. AJ doesn’t seem to have relapsed into his alcohol/drug addiction. I did consider throwing a beer up on stage just to see if he’d grab it, but I feared Nick might intercept it and just shotgun it.


After the show, we met up with some people from The Agency to go to the CD launch party for this DJ named Anton Ramos. He was releasing another CD for this thing he calls The Chillout Project. We received free drinks, so don’t think I didn’t take advantage. Mr. Jack Daniels and I reunited for yet another glorious evening. Overall, it was a pretty fun event and nice way to end the night. Pics are below:

  • Check out BSB and The Chillout Project
  • As you can see, I have changed the colors of the template for The Dirty Burrito. I didn’t know it would also get rid of my counter, but the last tally I had was 2700. Thanks for the support, and keep on reading…because I can still monitor readership through Google AdSense. I’m watching you.

    I have added more links in the right column. If you don't know what a link is, they’re under the heading “links.” A link to my pictures is there, as well us other blogs. Clean Taco and Chunky Salsa will be relevant once The Competition gets started again. I have Laguna Hook Up there because it’s a good Laguna Beach blog, and a good source for Laguna info during the off-season.

    I found out that Dunkin’ Darvin Ham is probably making about $14,000 a month. (See post below)

    After downloading multiple songs from both bands, I came to this conclusion: though I am now a fan of BSB, I still prefer NSYNC.

    Until next time…

    Wednesday, January 18, 2006

    Bringing Home the Bacon

    On most nights after work, I go to my grandparents’ restaurant to eat dinner. It has pretty much become my routine. I always sit at the same table in front of the TV and have a beer while I wait for my food. Tonight, they were showing a quarterfinal playoff game for the Philippine Basketball Association (PBA). I never actually watched before because I don’t really want to watch a league where they have height limits (because Asians are short) and limits on foreign players, which they naturally call imports. This time, I decided to watch because I noticed that the players on the team called Talk N Text were the same guys that worked out at my gym. These are the same annoying guys who are loud as hell and take up all the equipment for two hours. I wanted to see if their time at the gym was paying off.

    After a few minutes of watching, I realized these guys looked just like a bunch of Asians playing a pick up game at the park or gym. It was totally stereotypical: short brown people in big baggy shorts and white headbands trying to pretend they’re NBA all-stars. If you’ve ever seen a bunch of Asians play a pick up game, then you know what I’m talking about. Eventually, I started to focus on the imports (i.e., black guys who don’t break the height limit of 6’6). You could tell these guys were ballers. The way they handled the ball, the way they shot, the way they drove to the basket; everything about their play showed that they played in the NCAA or NBA at some point.

    I kept noticing one particular guy who seemed leaps and bounds better than everyone else. I kept thinking, “That guy looks really familiar.” Finally, he went to the free throw line and they showed his name and stats. I almost jumped out of my seat when I read “Darvin Ham – C” on the TV. Darvin “My Wife Breaks Glass Bottles Over My Head” Ham is a center—yes a center—in the PBA. My first thought was, “What the hell? Good ol’ Darvin Ham from Saginaw, MI couldn’t be a bench warmer on an NBA team?” I know he didn’t come here for the money, although his US dollars do carry a lot of weight around here. I did some research and the NBA minimum salary is determined by your number of years in the league. The PBA isn’t exactly dishing out blockbuster contracts but even if he had been the last guy on the bench, he could’ve made $1.035 million in the NBA because this would have been his ninth season in the league. He won an NBA title with the Pistons less than 2 years ago! He couldn’t have declined that much in skill. I guess that bottle to the head did more damage than we originally thought. Another funny thing about Darvin Ham playing in the PBA is that tonight was his debut in the league. This was the third game of a best of five series in the playoffs. I can’t be enthusiastic about a league that allows ringers to come in during the playoffs. Last thing about Darvin Ham has to do with one of the stat graphics they showed. Since this was his first night, the graphic said “Can Ham Bring Home the Bacon?” Unbelievable.

    Side Note #1: Don’t think I’m not going to try and talk to Darvin Ham if I see him at the gym. I’m really hoping he starts working out with the team so that I can just yell “Deeeee-toit Baaasketbaaallll.”

    Side Note #2: Do you think Darvin Ham divorced his wife before coming here? Do you think he stayed with her, but left her in the states so he could go hook up with Filipino girls—kind of like getting back at her for smashing glass over his head during the NBA Finals? He also could have stayed with her and dragged her here in order to get back at her. The possibilities are endless.

    Until next time...

    Friday, January 06, 2006

    Hottest Guy on Campus

    Today’s post is dedicated to a special friend. I’ve known Alexander for ten years, going on eleven this fall, and I still don’t know anyone that actually uses the whole name “Alexander.” What gave him the right to go by “Alexander” when other Alexanders are going by “Alex,” “Al,” or even “Zander”? Well, I’ll tell you what gave him the right: winning Northwestern University’s inaugural “Hottest Guy on Campus” award.

    Since I've known Alexander, I always expected him to achieve something as grand as this. With his ability to do 100 push-ups in 20 minutes, woo women, shoot upper v, and turn to the left, I always knew he was destined for something special.

    I think this award can be traced to one source: Larin Wilske. The original Derek Zoolander wannabe, Larin has led his life based on three principles: work out excessively, tan excessively, and bleach your hair excessively. We have dubbed this process “larinizing.” (What kind of name is “Larin” anyway? Wikipedia doesn’t even have a fake entry for this.) Larin played Borg to Alexander’s McEnroe, always pushing Alexander to larinize as much as possible. This heated struggle finally has a winner.

    Congratulations Alexander! You’re hot.

    And on to the other news…

    I won the second blog-off. Though Ben’s article was very creative and every call out he made of me was true, he didn’t follow directions and wrote about the wrong night. The voters have spoken, and following the directions is just as tantamount to winning as creativity. Ben should’ve learned the importance of following directions in grade school.

    I returned from my three day trip to Boracay. You can see pictures at the URL below:

    I start work on Monday. Have a great weekend!

    Until next time…

    Monday, January 02, 2006

    You're my boy, Blue!

    Today is truly a sad day. Actor Patrick Cranshaw died today of natural causes. As Joseph "Blue" Palasky, he was part of an all-star ensemble cast that provided us with so many memories. Who among us did not want to be in his shoes when he stepped into the inflatable pool for the KY Jelly wrestling match against those two hot girls? His movie death gave Will Ferrell a reason to sing "Dust in the Wind," thereby making us laugh. I'd like to think that 99% of the people that saw Old School yelled, "You're my boy, Blue," on at least one occassion in their lives. You will live in immortality. You're my boy, Blue.