There is a DVD of the Justin Timberlake Futuresex/Loveshow tour that was filmed at MSG this past August. I’ve seen it. Somewhere buried in the haze of memories that is my holiday gift shopping; I saw it. It had a black cover, and a picture of Mr. Superfly himself in a white suit. Because duh.

I remembered it, because I wanted it. Bad. I don’t know if you’ve seen the HBO special that originally aired 4 months ago, but I hadn’t until this week. Because I’m an a**hole. Because I have no sense of priority. I passed because I had already bought too many “me” presents when I was supposed to be buying “other people” presents. So, my aunt who can always be trusted for a Virgin Megastore gift card came through again this year. I spent an obscene amount of time walking around not one, but two Megastores. I wanted that DVD. I could smell it; like it was near. All that futuresex. Lovesounds.

Long story, short; I couldn’t find it. Anywhere. I asked employees who were completely baffled. They would walk me to the “Music DVD” section and show me the “T.” I’d say, “I already looked here,” and then we would go to the computer together and there would be nothing. “How could we not have that DVD?” one employee said to me. I don’t know. You should be effing ashamed, though. I didn’t say that.

I come home, and I check Amazon. It’s there. Dozens of copies; none officially for sale through the site, though. All Marketplace. Copies going for $40-$50. Why? I saw this DVD. I saw it. Next, I go to the website of every store I went shopping in on the day that the Prince of Pop in all his glory slipped through my fingers. Finally, I found it.

Only at Best Buy.

Yes, it’s only available at Best Buy. I don’t know why, but it is. I feel like I should have known this. Here’s the proof on the official Justin Timberlake widget. I love that word. Widget. In November, the DVD was released exclusively to Best Buy, and I can’t seem to find any plans of it being released to other vendors. I’m confused, yet relieved.

I thought the Futuresex/Loveshow DVD was a phantom. A figment of my imagination. I thought I would never again see JT paint the stage with his sexyback. Rock his body. Cry me an effing river. Alas, it is real. Unlike the performance of “What Goes Around.” Cause that shi*t is unreal.