That one time...

... I saw Jordan AND Jonathan Knight.

Okay... let me set the surroundings... I was temping in the showroom of a fancy pants photography gallery along the "Magnificent Mile". The photographer and his wife are both Spanish, so I was working with a 40 something year old Spanish woman named Beatriz.
There are two entrances to the showroom - one goes out/into a fancy pants mall, and the other goes out/onto Michigan Avenue (aka the Magnificent Mile of Capitalism).
Okay... I was standing in the gallery when I saw a shock of jet black hair go by the mall entrance out of the corner of my left eye. It was Jordan Knight.



I recognized his hair immediately... this is not the first time I've spotted Jordan Knight in the midst of an every day setting. The first time was at the Starbucks on Boylston (in Boston) and he had cameras with him and he ordered a coffee and he said,
"They're doing an interview" to me (to explain the cameras)
and I said, "Oh... good..."
So... technically... we're old friends... I mean... TECHNICALLY... we're blood brothers.... TECHNICALLY... I'd be his kids' Godmother. Technically.
I made a move to keep him in my sights. He was accompanied by two other gentlemen. One of these other gentlemen was Jonathan Knight...



... former boyfriend to Tiffany. The third gentlemen LOOKED like Donnie Wahlberg, but upon further inspection... it was not. Good thing, too because my head would have exploded at the mere idea of seeing not just 1, not just 2, but 3 members of The New Kids on the Block doing some high end retail shopping along the Magnificent Mile on a sunny Saturday in June.

My first thought was, "what?? REALLY?? Is this happening?"
My second thought was to get near to them and try to speak words at them... and to get a picture with them so I could have the best Facebook profile picture EVERRRR!!

I watched from the gallery as they stopped near the entrance of the fancy mall, clearly heading outside. I knew I had to act fast if I was going to impress them with my nonesensical ramblings, girlish giggles and handing over my Massachusetts Driver's License so they could see I was a fellow Masshole. Boy, would they be impressed...
I told Beatriz that I was ready for my lunch break, I grabbed my pocketbook and started out the door. There they were, mere feet away from me... they were standing all by themselves, no giggly girls reverting back to their pre-teen days approaching them. They were being TOTALLY unrecognized and unapproached (c'mon Chicago, really? REALLY? C'mon... this is not how you treat Boston royalty... c'moooonnnn)
I was about to take one more step towards making new friends and telling them they should go to Tripoli Tap on Armitage where they would be REALLY appreciated when Beatriz stopped me.

"Could joo peek ahp some pay-purr towels at Walgreens? I give you cash"
"Okay!"
I stepped back into the gallery, closing the door behind me. I watched in horror through the door as Jordan and Jonathan Knight began to step by step their way down Michigan Avenue - away from me.
"NOOOOOO!" I howled (in my head) as I waited patiently for Beatriz to hand me cash and tell me what kind of "pay-purr" towels she wanted me to get at Walgreens.
("Veeva... joo know? The soft kine")
"You got it"

When I got outside... they were gone... and so was my will to live. Just kidding. It was awesome.