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Chapter Fifty Four - Nick's Tour Diary

January 10 - São Paulo, Brazil - Estacionamento do Credicard Hall

The BSB is still rocking Brazil! Today we're in São Paulo, which according to Mr. Dorough, is the largest city in the whole southern hemisphere. It's a bee-utiful eighty degrees. While the guys and I wanted to go see the racetrack, Liv insisted we tour libraries instead. I've never seen someone get so excited about a bunch of old books on a shelf.

Webmaster's note: It just so happens that I have photographic evidence of Nick trying to read the Portuguese version of One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish in one of those dusty, old libraries, thank you!

After our tour of the city, we went back to the venue to get ready for VIP. Our girls, er, pranked us in Rio two days ago so each of us had to go through our clothes really carefully before we put them on.

It's a long story.

Webmaster's note: Video coming soon!

James introduced us again. I think Mason's ready to try his hand at show-biz. I heard Kevin promise him he could introduce us on the South African dates. It's good to know we have stand-ins now that Baylee's too cool for us.

Yes, ladies prepare your daughters. Baylee's eight years away from turning eighteen!

Brian's note: I have to say I'm completely weirded out by Nick trying to pimp out my son. Ya'all have no idea what it's like to have to LIVE with this guy...

It was a great show tonight. I managed to get through it without crashing down the stairs and all of us were on high prank alert. Besides the fact that AJ sat on the rose he was supposed to hand out and got thorns in his butt, I'm going to say that we had a blast in São Paulo. We hope to come back soon!

January 11 - Caracas, Venezuela - Estacionamiento Del CCCT

I'm proud to announce that my daughter is bilingual and she didn't learn it from Dora. We arrived in Venezuela and before we left the airport, I stopped at McDonald's. My little Brooke smiled at the dude behind the counter and said Hola. I think he gave us extra fries for it. Score!

Webmaster's note: She now knows almost as much Spanish as Nick, haha.

I was glad that Brooke and I stopped at Mickey D's. Everyone else dined at this local restaurant. I'm not a picky eater, but sometimes I just feel like ingesting some good ole' American grease. I figure that I just dance it off later anyhow.

Liv, on the other hand, decided she wanted to be a daredevil. She ordered a dish called chivo en coco. She ate half of it before she asked the waiter what it was.

When he told her it was shredded goat she turned green. She could have been Oscar the Grouch's long lost cousin. It was hilarious.

I bet she wishes now that she gotten some fries like I had suggested.

Webmaster's note: I'd just like to state, for the record, that Nick picks on me a LOT. He never used to do this before we were married. Well...maybe he did...

We shook up the setlist tonight and just randomly put in Don't Want You Back. It's always fun when we do random changes because then we have absolutely no choreography. We always just end up running from one end of the stage to the other. Out of all of us, Kev's probably the only one that tries to act like he knows what he's doing. The rest of us just try to avoid body slamming into one another.

Well, I might purposely body slam into Brian. Sometimes. On occasion.

Okay, a lot. It's fun to try to knock the little guy down.

January 12 - San Juan, Puerto Rico - Hiram Bithorn Stadium

We're in Puerto Rico today, otherwise known as Howie D's home turf. We's takin' him back to de island, yo. I think James might become the President of Puerto Rico someday. There were enough girls cheering for him when Howie and him peeked over their hotel balcony that I think he could win votes without any problem.

I just hope if that ever does happen that he'll give his awesome Uncle Nick free stays at any hotel. I mean, that's the least he can do, right?

Liv and Leigh are sicker than dogs today. I'm pretty sure Liv's has something to do with the shredded goat from yesterday. Leigh's might have something to do with the massive wave of Howie adoration. It's making me a little sick too...just kidding, D!

I'm making Liv stay at the hotel tonight. AJ offered to take some photos during the show. We're probably going to get a lot of nonsense shots of ceilings and floors and his elbow like we did last tour. Anybody that goes to the concert tonight should post some photos up on the fanclub website for us. AJ needs all the help he can get.

I can honestly say that it's been years since we had such a high energy show. We added in these really cool pyrotechnics. I just love things that go 'boom.'

While we were onstage, Leighanne offered to watch Brooke and Noah for me. Unfortunately, all the kidlets managed to gang up and find some fingerpaints. Needless to say we owe the venue some money for clean-up.

Our next stop is South Africa. We haven't been there for years so I hope everyone's ready. We're bringing the party to you!

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"How are you feeling?"

"I never want to see a toilet in Puerto Rico ever again."

"That's what you get for finally eating the local food," I said. I pushed a damp strand of hair from Liv's sweaty forehead.

"How were the kids?"

I thought about the huge purple streak of paint that ran the length of my dressing room.

"They did fine," I assured her. "Can I get you anything?"

Liv's eyes fluttered closed. "Water. And a trash can."

I opted to get the trash can before the water. It was a good choice. Liv leaned over and heaved. I didn't want to look too close, but I knew that little shredded billy goat was probably floating in the mix.

"Mommy sick?"

Brooke stood in the doorway. Noah was holding onto her hand. He looked like he was going to cry.

"Mommy's going to be okay," I said gently. I opened a bottle of water and handed it to Liv. I took the kids back into the sitting room with me.

It was the middle of the night and we had to turn around the very next day for a much longer flight to South Africa.

Something told me that we were going to have at least two sick women, eight (maybe nine) cranky kids, and five exhausted Backstreet Boys.

And to top it off, in the middle of everything else that was going on, Liv and I had a very special birthday to celebrate.

Little Noah was turning one.