Boy Can Dance

Trotted into T.O. for Justin Timberlake on Monday night.

Now, I know he's not everybody's cup of tea. Heck. I'm not even super crazy about his new album. Too much "ooo, girl" and "damn girl" and "baby, yeah, ooo".

But... When your mom's makin' her specialty, like turkey with mashers and gravy and carrots with brown sugar, you get thee butters home, because everyone loves their mom's turkey dinner (except Poo and Susie, because they don't eat meat...) Similarly, when Justin comes to your city, you go. Because who would take a miss on s&x dancing? Hmm?

And that's exactly what it is: s$x dancing. Boy can move his legs in some ridiculous ways. And he looks vair vair nice in a t-shirt. Or a suit, because he wore one of those, too--question: do you suppose he has a new suit for every show, or do you suppose he gets them dry cleaned every night, and if so, would he have a cleaner set-up in every city, or what? These are the things I think about.

Highlights of his show? Me thinks it was "What Goes Around, Comes Around." This song has a laughable sentimental value for me *ahem* so's I sang along something fierce and rocked it out. Just for old time's sake. And for the fact that I have faith: what goes around, will seriously come around. Trust.

Howev's. I have to say the best part of the show was Timberland who popped out mid-concert, and took over during the 20 minute intermission. First, the dude is built like a brick sh*t house. Seriously, his arms are the size of my body. And two, I've never realized how many songs he's actually produced. I danced my cheeks off to his set. So. Good. And totally unexpected... I love unexpected.

There were a few low spots, too, however. Namely, the ten year-olds sitting two rows behind us who had the highest pitched screams I've ever heard. Their screaming actually hurt. And I can honestly say I've never wanted to punch a child more (and I've wanted to punch my fair share of children...)

And then there was the clown sitting two rows in front, who really, really, really loved JT. So much so, he couldn't sit down, or stop cheering and screaming and "h$lls ya-ing", or stop yelling at those around whom he felt weren't enjoying the show enough...

So in honor of JT and the bringing of his sexy back, I thought it would be apropos to talk about those things we'd like to bring back. Me?

• Pudding pops.
• Gary.
• Sex and the City.

You?