...the time my friends and I stalked down the Backstreet Boys?
Yes. I'm serious. And actually it wasn't just one time...it was two times (or was it three, oh please let it not have been three). Before I start the story let me first explain that these were not the Senior Women, my high school friends. I'm sure they appreciate not being associated with this. My Meredith girls on the other hand have no way to escape the truth. So Kitty, Tara and Carly...sorry but I'm telling it. This is my best recollection. Ladies, if I forget any important parts, please let me know.
So going to a women's college apparently posed a few entertainment issues for us. Or either we were really bad students. Whatever the reason we developed an obsession (lets call it what it was ladies) with the BSB. We watched them on TRL, we had all their music and yes, we had posters in our dorm rooms. Picture the way many of you felt about The New Kids On the Block in elementary school. But of course we thought if we ever met them we might actually have a chance since we were adults and not teeny boppers. (We didn't really think we had a chance, but be honest, all of us at one point have had thoughts of what it would be like for a famous person to fall in love with us.)
So as this obsession starts our Freshman year at Meredith and then grows full blown our Sophomore year we decide we wanted to go to see them in action. The first round of tours did not come to Raleigh but luckily they were making a stop in Charlotte! How convenient. We could even stay with my parents in order to save money for tickets, gas and fabulous outfits...you know for when they spot us up in the nose bleed section of the colosseum and fall madly in love with us.
Concert time arrives and we make the drive to Charlotte. The night before the show we thought it would be fun to go look and see if we could find the hotel where they were staying. (WARNING: total insanity to follow!) I know Charlotte so I know where the nice hotels are and the possibilities of the current location of the BSB. We drive around a little and head to South Park Suits (it could quite possibly have a different name now) and as we round the corner to a rear parking lot we irrupt in the high pitched squeals of our inner teeny bopper as the TOUR BUSSES come into view. Oh, how wonderful. We get out of the car and take pictures with the busses and then start to debate our next move. At this point we decide to sneak into the hotel and do our best to blend in (cause, you know, a LOT of hotel guests roam the halls and ride the elevator up and down). We come across some other girls, yes they were also around our age, that had the same bright idea. After roaming a while we thought it would be smart to sit in one of the lounge areas (again, did we actually think one of the group members would just come walking by?). We see a couple of trendy dressed young adults walking around and do our best to 'act cool'--yes, I get the irony in that--and strike up a conversation with one of the guys. They were headed out to a night club and we find out that they were the BSB's back up dancers. Since we had been on our mission for quite a while Tara had to go to the bathroom at was at the point of desperation. So we asked the guy if she could use the bathroom in his room. He was fine with that and knowing that sending your friend off to a random guy's hotel room alone is not so smart I said I would go with her. While Tara was doing her business this wonderfully creepy back up dancer asked me to stay with him for the night. Ummm, no thank you, make up wearing sleazy dancer man. I'll pass on that. And all I can wonder is does him being a BSB backup dancer work for getting him girls? It was getting late and upon finding out that only the dancers and crew were staying at that hotel we decided to call it a night. With promises of Dancer Man to give us a call and do his best to get us back stage. We didn't hold our breath.
Despite not getting to meet a member of the BSB we could not believe how close we came. We did not get a call from our new friend but we did enjoy the show!
Unfortunately this does not end our attempts to befriend the BSB. Since the tour was such a huge hit they ended up extending the tour dates. They were coming back to NC and performing in both Charlotte and Raleigh. We got tickets to both shows. Yes, tickets to two nights of the same show we had already seen once before. And this time our moms were joining us for the Raleigh show. No they did not participate in any stalking.
This time during our time in Charlotte we starting thinking ahead of time. We figured out where they were staying and we made reservations for the same place. As actual guests in the hotel our chances of meeting them were certainly greater. We didn't go for any crazy hall walking, I mean this is a really nice place and we didn't want to risk getting kicked out. So while we were walking in the parking lot (I think maybe on the way back from dinner???) we noticed a blond lady letting her two little dogs use the bathroom in a grassy area. And who should it be but Leighanne Wallace, future wife of BSB member Brian Littrell. We said hello to her and she asked us to give her a minute and she would come over to us. Once her little puppies finished their business she came over and chatted with us for a few minutes and we took pictures with her. She was super nice and we of course were happy to congratulate her on her engagement and ogle her enormous diamond ring.
So there it is. Confessions of a former boy band stalker. You will be happy to know not even a year later we were totally convicted by the fact that if we put as much time and energy into worshipping the Lord as we did into following every detail of the BSB, we would know the Lord in an unimaginable way. Thus ended our BSB days. We had fun while it lasted and now can only laugh at ourselves in the craziness that it was.
Now it's your turn. Anyone else got a crazy stalker story to share? Or just a story about something crazy you did that now when you think about it all you can do is hide your face in shame. It can't be worse that mine, so please share!
So going to a women's college apparently posed a few entertainment issues for us. Or either we were really bad students. Whatever the reason we developed an obsession (lets call it what it was ladies) with the BSB. We watched them on TRL, we had all their music and yes, we had posters in our dorm rooms. Picture the way many of you felt about The New Kids On the Block in elementary school. But of course we thought if we ever met them we might actually have a chance since we were adults and not teeny boppers. (We didn't really think we had a chance, but be honest, all of us at one point have had thoughts of what it would be like for a famous person to fall in love with us.)
So as this obsession starts our Freshman year at Meredith and then grows full blown our Sophomore year we decide we wanted to go to see them in action. The first round of tours did not come to Raleigh but luckily they were making a stop in Charlotte! How convenient. We could even stay with my parents in order to save money for tickets, gas and fabulous outfits...you know for when they spot us up in the nose bleed section of the colosseum and fall madly in love with us.
Concert time arrives and we make the drive to Charlotte. The night before the show we thought it would be fun to go look and see if we could find the hotel where they were staying. (WARNING: total insanity to follow!) I know Charlotte so I know where the nice hotels are and the possibilities of the current location of the BSB. We drive around a little and head to South Park Suits (it could quite possibly have a different name now) and as we round the corner to a rear parking lot we irrupt in the high pitched squeals of our inner teeny bopper as the TOUR BUSSES come into view. Oh, how wonderful. We get out of the car and take pictures with the busses and then start to debate our next move. At this point we decide to sneak into the hotel and do our best to blend in (cause, you know, a LOT of hotel guests roam the halls and ride the elevator up and down). We come across some other girls, yes they were also around our age, that had the same bright idea. After roaming a while we thought it would be smart to sit in one of the lounge areas (again, did we actually think one of the group members would just come walking by?). We see a couple of trendy dressed young adults walking around and do our best to 'act cool'--yes, I get the irony in that--and strike up a conversation with one of the guys. They were headed out to a night club and we find out that they were the BSB's back up dancers. Since we had been on our mission for quite a while Tara had to go to the bathroom at was at the point of desperation. So we asked the guy if she could use the bathroom in his room. He was fine with that and knowing that sending your friend off to a random guy's hotel room alone is not so smart I said I would go with her. While Tara was doing her business this wonderfully creepy back up dancer asked me to stay with him for the night. Ummm, no thank you, make up wearing sleazy dancer man. I'll pass on that. And all I can wonder is does him being a BSB backup dancer work for getting him girls? It was getting late and upon finding out that only the dancers and crew were staying at that hotel we decided to call it a night. With promises of Dancer Man to give us a call and do his best to get us back stage. We didn't hold our breath.
Despite not getting to meet a member of the BSB we could not believe how close we came. We did not get a call from our new friend but we did enjoy the show!
Unfortunately this does not end our attempts to befriend the BSB. Since the tour was such a huge hit they ended up extending the tour dates. They were coming back to NC and performing in both Charlotte and Raleigh. We got tickets to both shows. Yes, tickets to two nights of the same show we had already seen once before. And this time our moms were joining us for the Raleigh show. No they did not participate in any stalking.
This time during our time in Charlotte we starting thinking ahead of time. We figured out where they were staying and we made reservations for the same place. As actual guests in the hotel our chances of meeting them were certainly greater. We didn't go for any crazy hall walking, I mean this is a really nice place and we didn't want to risk getting kicked out. So while we were walking in the parking lot (I think maybe on the way back from dinner???) we noticed a blond lady letting her two little dogs use the bathroom in a grassy area. And who should it be but Leighanne Wallace, future wife of BSB member Brian Littrell. We said hello to her and she asked us to give her a minute and she would come over to us. Once her little puppies finished their business she came over and chatted with us for a few minutes and we took pictures with her. She was super nice and we of course were happy to congratulate her on her engagement and ogle her enormous diamond ring.
So there it is. Confessions of a former boy band stalker. You will be happy to know not even a year later we were totally convicted by the fact that if we put as much time and energy into worshipping the Lord as we did into following every detail of the BSB, we would know the Lord in an unimaginable way. Thus ended our BSB days. We had fun while it lasted and now can only laugh at ourselves in the craziness that it was.
Now it's your turn. Anyone else got a crazy stalker story to share? Or just a story about something crazy you did that now when you think about it all you can do is hide your face in shame. It can't be worse that mine, so please share!
4 comments:
you forgot to mention that we were once listeners of "good" music. college made us big losers in that area. good thing we aren't judged for our taste in music. if only you had a picture to post.
also forgot to mention that when the moms went to a concert with you, you made us sit clear across the colliseum from you...too much competition from the "hot" mamas
thanks for calling me and my bladder out, but yall know that meeting "Ro Ro" was fun (even if he did wear a lot of makeup.) Thanks for coming with me Rach I am glad I did not have to go in there by myself with his sleeping brother in the bed. So crazy! Praise the Lord that we are free.
Yes, meeting RoRo was fun but thanks to your bladder we got to find out just how creepy he was.
Yes, so glad now I can just walk into stores here, that still constantly play the BSB, and just smile for the good memories. :)
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