Thank you a million times over to whoever bought me a two-month paid account. You're a beautiful person, and right now? I couldn't have asked for a better way to start my birthday.

And so, as promised, an update of field hockey camp (and the boys who ran it)!

First, the video.

Four boys from Holland dance to a Backstreet Boys song.
Warning: much of the music is overpowered by the sound of four-hundred and seventy some girls screaming in lust and admiration.

For reference, the song they're dancing to is The One.


Second, pictures of the boys for reference (plus others, because I can).

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rusty: 5'11", from England, and a Pisces. he was our emcee for the night.

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the money shot. to start the dance, all the lights went out and the music started. when the lights came on, that's what we saw.

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tommy. in the video, he's the one who is constantly four counts behind.

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remco. remko. it doesn't matter? nicknamed sunshine, for his uncanny remsemblance to the character from remember the titans. in the video, he's the lead, and the definite reason why so many girls are screaming.

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tommy and sunshine, down on one knee. just after a crazy line dance and sunshine's heart-in-the-air.

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a better look at tommy and his brother, rody.

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xavi, my goalie coach. best known for not speaking english and singing rob thomas songs with a hugely lilting spanish accent. he was my antonio banderas.


You know, I think I like being seventeen.