I'm not going to break the show down for you. I'm sure you've all seen it. (And if you haven't, then check out the review of the HBO concert when it's posted.) But my first 'N Sync concert was a memorable one, so I'm gonna share the magic moments with you.

6:55 AM - As I neared Hoboken on my lovely morning train ride, I looked across the Meadowlands (Oh, sure. Anyone can call it a swamp.), and saw Continental Airlines Arena. A smile broke out on my face. I'd be there, waiting to see 'N Sync in less than 12 hours.

5:20 PM - My mom dropped my sister off at the train station, and the two of us hopped in my car and hauled ass to the Arena. We uttered every curse word we know at all the drivers going under 50 mph.

5:50 PM - Thanks to a minor shortcut, my superb driving skills, and my lead foot, I managed to cut 10 minutes off and make it there in record time. In the spirit of tradition, we ate dinner in the car. Some lady passed by with her kids and said, "Got anything good?" The answer is yes. I had turkey with mayo on rye. Steph had ham, salami, and provolone on a roll. Geez, people are nosey.

6:10 PM - Steph and I got out of the car, ready to face the teenies and armed with only our smartass remarks. We noticed a crowd at one end of the parking lot and decided to check it out. There we saw a van, a van-like vehicle, and a hummer from Z100. (There was also a van from WKTU, but they contribute nothing to this story.)

Now, if you remember from the HBO concert, Z100 selected the girls who got into the klub. We figured this was as good a place as any to check about getting into the klub. Granted they were all interns, but we thought it was worth a shot.

So I walk up to intern #1. Before I can even open my mouth he shoved two bumper stickers my way, and turned to walk away. I stopped him, of course.

Me: "Do you know anything about getting into the klub?"
Intern #1: "Club? Hoboken's not far from here and there are clubs there. I wouldn't know if they're going to one or not."
Me: "No, the klub on stage during the concert. A bunch of girls get on stage and dance."
Intern #1: "What?"
Me: "MSG concert. Paul Cubby picked girls to go on stage. Are they going to do that again?"
Intern #1: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Me: "Don't you have HBO?"

Jerk walked away. And okay, maybe I was a bit bitchy. But he was either stupid or faking it. ('Cause 10 bucks says I wasn't the first girl to ask him that.)

Intern #2 was standing on top of the van-like vehicle, getting the teenies all riled up and throwing some t-shirts into the mass of people. My sister and I tried to get his attention. We yelled. We waved our arms. We called him sexy. We licked our lips and flicked our tongues. Nothing. (Note to selves: Intern #2 needs some of JC's Viagra.)

Finally, the intern climbed down, making his way over to the van the two female interns safely locked themselves in. And, of course, my sister followed him because not only did he have t-shirts and quite possibly knowledge about the klub, but he was a nice piece of eye candy as well.

So my sister and I elbowed our way to the front of the crowd, and found intern #2 leaning on the hood of the van signing autographs. (Why were the teenies asking for his autograph? Your guess is as good as ours.) We had trouble making it through, but after stepping on several toes, we made it.

Steph: "Excuse me."
Intern #2: (Signing autographs.) "Sorry, I'm out of t-shirts."
Steph: "No, I want to know if you know anything about getting into the klub."
Intern #2: "What the hell is the klub?" (Cell phone rings.) "Just a second." (Answers cell and walks away.)

So, while the rat bastard of an intern was on a PERSONAL call (We sincerely doubt he calls the bigwigs at Z100 'baby.'), we noticed the gates were opened and they were letting the masses in. We abandoned ignorant intern row and made our way to the gate. Just as we got inside intern #2 climbed back on top of the van-like vehicle and started throwing t-shirts. Yes, he is a BIG, FAT LIAR.

Steph and I pretty much cut this LONG line and got through the gates. (God gave us elbows for a reason.) Once we were through, we continued our mission to find anyone important enough to get us into the klub. This was not easy, and we would like to take this time to say that wearing a FAKE all access pass makes you look like a dork. That goes for parents as well. After failing miserably (It amazes us how many people claimed to know nothing about it. Either they're stupid or they're lying.), we decided to find our seats, which we thought were crummy.

Well . . . WE WERE WRONG.

Yes, we were directly across from the stage. But imagine our surprise when we realized we were not towards the back of the lower level, but in the FRONT. In fact, the only thing in front of us was those mock bleachers. (If you've been to the Continental Airlines Arena, you know what I'm talking about.)

When we took our seats the arena was fairly empty. (Everyone was on line, buying t-shirts and programs.) Steph and I took our seats, and were pleased to see we weren't sitting by a small group of teenies like we were at the BSB concert we went to two years ago. At least, we thought that was the case until . . . THEY walked in. And then we realized we were sitting in the corner penthouse of teenie central.

The three of them walked in, obviously having these outfits picked out the day they bought their tickets. Tight, black skirts that were so short, had they been wearing control top pantyhose, the control top would have been sticking out from underneath. Each girl was sporting a sequined, strapless top in a different color: silver, red, and of course, baby blue. (Side note: The girl in the baby blue one kept pulling it up 'cause her breasts weren't big enough to hold it up.) All girls were wearing studded bandanas to match their shirts. And, of course, no outfit would be complete without writing all over your exposed skin with eyeliner. Yes, we're sure writing "Justy" across the exposed portion of your back will win him over. ::gags:: And if that wasn't enough (Yes, there's more.) 'Miss Justy' proceeded to perform Justin's beat box routine, down to wiping the saliva off her chin and she didn't miss one thrust. (Quick! Someone sign her up for a cat scan!)

My sister and I slouched down in our seats. It was our worst nightmare come true. Here is the conversation that followed:

Steph: "This is it. This is my LAST teenie concert. I'm cutting myself off. No more."
Me: "This is gonna be a great show, you know."
Steph: "I know."
Me: "We'll probably wanna see it again."
Steph: "I know."
Me: "And when I suggest it, remind me of this moment. I will have undoubtedly blocked it from memory."

Finally, Steve Fatone came out to announce the opening acts. And, ya know, you'd think 'N Sync's MC would be better dressed. I mean, faded old jeans and a boring blue sweatshirt? This isn't gym class; it's an 'N Sync concert! (We're just gonna ignore the fact that you're not allowed to wear jeans in gym class.) Dress like it for Pete's sake!

Anyway, the first opening act was i5, whom I had never heard of, despite Steve's claim that the group's single "Distracted" is on the radio. Obviously, Mr. 'I'm from the North' has not listened to Z100. For if he had, he would know that he just told a lie. But we digress. I5 was nothing special, we were amazed by how easily distracted we were during the set, and the group is nothing more than 5 wannabe Spice Girls. Is it us, or does Lou Pearlman have his name all over this one?

Next up was . . . SUGAR HILL GANG, NJ's favorite rappers. That's right. They're from the good ol' Garden State. Plus, it was their 21st anniversary as a group. (Wow! I'm older than the group. Well, barely.) Unfortunately, the majority of the audience didn't seem to know them. Steph and I did, though, 'cause "Rapper's Delight" is one of our favorite songs. We just want to KISS whoever booked Sugar Hill Gang and thank them for making our night.

And finally, soulDecision played. Sadly, I had no idea who they were. ::ducks flying shoe:: But I did enjoy their cover of Bryan Adams' "Summer of '69." (Yes, Steph and Kris. I'm well aware of my addiction to '80s music.) Steph didn't know who they were until they played "Faded," the last song of their set. She was all, "Oh, so this is who sings this song." We enjoyed soulDecision - unlike i5 - but didn't go out running to buy their CD the next day. Maybe we will. Eventually.

The lights came up, and Steph and I took a GOOD look around the arena. Have you ever done that before? You should, 'cause you'll see some very interesting things. For example, we saw someone with seats on the floor wearing a chicken suit. We kid you not. Maybe she works at KFC, and that's the new uniform. Who knows? But that's what she was wearing.

We saw one of the ushers gettin' down to the Rolling Stones' "Start Me Up." Now THAT was entertainment.

We saw the VIP box, and recognized Lance's mom and Joey's parents. There were a few other people in there we didn't know, and by the time the show started the box was full. If you want to know who else was in there, you'll have to talk to one of the many girls who not-so-nonchalantly hung around it and took pictures of them without asking. Hello!?! Can we say stalker tendencies?

We also saw – get this – intern #2. Bahahahahahahaha! Apparently, he had floor seats to the show. (Our ass he doesn't know what the klub is!) And lucky for us, he had to walk RIGHT BY US to get to his seat (which, incidentally, was right by the chicken suit girl). As he entered our section of the arena I pointed him out to my sister. "Look! It's intern #2!" Then we realized he was going to walk right IN FRONT OF US in order to get to his seat. This is what happened next:

Steph: (Whispers to me) "Watch this." (Pointing at intern #2) "You! You lied!"
Intern #2: (Looks around to see who my sister is yelling at)
Steph: "Yeah, that's right! I'm talking to you! You lied! You did too have t-shirts!"
Intern #2: "I--I'm sorry." (Turns and quickly goes down the stairs)
Steph: "Yeah, that's right. You better run. Or I'll kick your lying ass!"

These are things we are reduced to doing for a good laugh while waiting for 'N Sync to take the stage. Sad, isn't it?

Anyway, now we would like to tell you about the little things that happened during our show.

As usual, Justin asked for help singing "God Must Have Spent." We were happy to sing the first verse.

Can someone please tell us, 'cause we missed it. When did Joey stop doing the back handspring during "Tearin' Up My Heart?'"

There was quite a lot of sports talk during the course of the show. Before singing "I Drive Myself Crazy," Chris came out, all excited to be at the home of the Stanley Cup winners. And we wonder, did Whitman change the exit off the Turnpike to "The Exit of Champions" yet? Also, a movie about the Jersey Devil is in the works. Random Jersey facts are just one more service Steph and I provide.

Now, if you have the MSG concert memorized like most fans, you'll remember Justin asking the audience how they were feeling before singing "I Thought She Knew." Well, before he could even ask the crowd started screaming. And every time he opened his mouth to ask, the screaming got louder. At first he appeared frustrated 'cause we weren't letting him talk. (Oh, Justin. Don't ever change.) He quickly got over it, though, and smiled. If we remember correctly, he laughed, too.

Also, during the MSG concert, our beloved "Justy" ::snickers:: talked about "It's Gonna Be Me" being their first number one single. What does he talk about at our show? The Subway Series. Justin, ARE YOU NUTS? This is a very sensitive topic! It divided churches, for Pete's sake! So the idiot . . . er . . . we mean, Justin, asked who was a Yankees fan. The crowd cheered. Then he asked who was a Mets fan. The crowd BOOED! (And yes, Steph was booing. I was waiting for the small riot to break out.) We're willing to bet that's the first time that happened at an 'N Sync concert. (Yeah, we know Britney got booed at when she started opening for them. But that doesn't count 'cause 'N Sync wasn't on the stage.) Then Joey was all, "I'm a Mets fan." No, you aren't Joey. Only remembering the team that won the World Series in '86 doesn't count. I know this 'cause that's what everyone kept telling me.

We had an interesting little "showdown" going on during "Just Got Paid" between JC and Justin. They were trying to see who could be more old school. Justin won, which is odd, 'cause for him old school would be Nirvana. Ten bucks says he's been though Joey's stash of '80s tapes. Anyway, as he did one old school move after another JC started laughing. And apparently, Mr. Chasez found it so funny he was bent over at the waist laughing with his hands touching the floor. Why can't JC ever laugh like a normal person?

And finally, our favorite part of the night, "This I Promise You." We do have one complaint, though. (A big surprise, we know.) Okay, JC would say he wanted to move closer. Justin would turn to Chris and ask, "What did he say?" Now, our complaint is . . . WE DON'T KNOW WHAT CHRIS SAID. Between the crowd and his MUMBLING we couldn't understand one word. That pissed us off. Anyway, you know what happens next. They do move closer a la the rolling stage, which was great 'cause we got an AWESOME view of them, expect when . . . uh, okay, make that two complaints. As the stage rotated, those damn floodlights blinded us, and all we saw were spots by the time the song was over. But other than that, we loved it.

And that, my friends, is the wonder Steph and I experienced. Live. We are happy to report that there weren't any criers near us. We are happy to report that we did not maul any teenies. We are also happy to report that we had an AMAZING time. Will we go see them again? We'll let you know after we get the results of our cat scans. ::snickers::