Oh Memories......

While sitting in Pizza Hut with Laura, my non-blood related sister, I was complaining about the lack of good boys bands the US of A has. We were reminiscing about good times back when we were in middle school and such topics usually lead (with us anyway) to the music we listened to. Growing up in the era of NSync and Backstreet Boys has definitely made me a fan of anyone who can sing and dance at the same time.

Plus, they were hot. 

Ok, one could say that the Jonas Brothers are the lastest boy band, but that's not a boy band! That's a tween rock band wanting to be a boy band. This is exactly what I was telling Laura as we were munching on breadsticks. A Jonas Brother's song was playing and I was asking Laura how we cannot have one single good boy band while Asia apparently is abundant with them. Yup, there are many boy bands throughout Asia and I'm a total lame-o for knowing this.

Seriously, one group has thirteen members. Thirteen!!! Juuuust a bit overkill maybe? Possibly? Though that one guy was cute....

Moving on. 

So while we're discussing how the boy band era seems to be behind us and how we (ok, well *I*) wouldn't mind having a decently legit boy band again, the next song starts to play. For the first 30 seconds, everything is normal, but then we are suddenly thrust back through time to 2001 with NSync's "Pop".

Silence reigned at our table and then laughter erupted from our mouths. There was no rhyme or reason to it, just pure luck that one of our favorite songs from that time had issued forth. We ended up spending the next minute laughing so hard tears came to our eyes. Then we proceeded to dance (as much as you can in a booth anyway) and sing along. We gave no notice to anyone else sitting in the restaurant or the people who waited on us. Since we've been working on our Remembrance essays, it seems that the more I spend time talking with my family, more memories have been talked about and shared. 

I sometimes wish I could go back then, maybe re-do some of my less than stellar moments. But then it hits me that, at times like this, situations would be different. It was those moments, among my average and stellar ones, that cause these random spurts of laughter and joy. Maybe if I changed something, I wouldn't have been sitting in Pizza Hut earlier today laughing about boy bands. But if that's the case, I'm glad I made the decisions I did.