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Wendi, her daughter Abbie and myself set out on an adventure of a lifetime. We set out for Ft Lauderdale, and the Backstreet Boys. The drive to Lauderdale was boring, but filled with BSB music, aimless chatter and high spirits. We wondered what the next three days would hold in store for us. I had flown down from Indiana for the shows, and was just happy to be in Florida, and not stuck in some snow drift back home. We finally found our hotel and checked in to the Wyndam Hotel. It was a very nice resort hotel. The pool kicked ass. We always kept our eye out for some sign that the guys were there, but they weren't, as we figured out later. As we were driving, we realized that I never cancelled reservations to the Hilton we thought they were staying at before we heard they were staying at the Wyndam. But that proved out to be the best thing I could have ever done.
We started getting ready for the Monday night show. Our seats sucked, but it gave us a good idea of what to take pics of. We saw the dance moves and all the neat little stuff. After the show, Abbie left with some friends to go back home and we headed back to the hotel.
After stopping in the bar for a drink, we headed back to the room. We called around to a few hotels to see if we could find the guys, but to no avail. As we were laying in bed, we knew we had to find them somehow, and find them we did! Wen |
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