So Lets move on to the Vancouver VIP shall we?
After the other girls got in a cab and headed to the bar…..Shana, Missy & I got in line. Our directions were to be lined up outside a specific entrance at 4:30 SHARP! So we got there a little early and saw that we were pretty far back in line already. No worries. Except, we were standing outside and it was FREEZING.
Missy got a cold the day before we left, so she was struggling with the cold more than the rest of us. So we made sure she was bundled up.
We waited, and waited and waited. I don’t know if we ever got the official time, but I know it was after 5 when they opened those doors. We used the time to take pictures of each other and figure out how we were going to sneak our signs into the arena. I knew I was going to be heart broken if they were discovered and torn up. I figured out a way to fit them inside my jacket, through the sleeve and around my back and down the other sleeve. It worked pretty well….I only looked like half a hunch back. But Missy had to help me with things like picking up my purse, getting my paperwork out…..basically anything that involved bending my arms. I felt like the Tin Man….I kept saying “Oil can!” I don’t think anybody got it.
While we were in line Shana was working on Missy. Telling her that she thinks a couple beers would help her feel better. After all, alcohol kills germs why do you think they use it in hospitals?
So after they let us in, we rode the elevators only to pile out into another line….only this one wasn’t a line, it was a clusterf*ck. Seriously. I sat on the floor.
Eventually the line moved little by little as people checked in. Missy & I had planned to check only ONE of our cameras in and keep the other in our pockets, just in case. At one Meet & Greet in another city Donnie came out afterwards and said, if any of you were smart enough NOT to check your cameras, I will be doing individual pictures. We were prepared. But the rules clearly stated that if you were seen with a camera or a cell phone with a camera you would be escorted out. No questions asked. We were stealth like ninjas.
So we get into the room, and its REALLY nice. I remember thinking how cool it was in there, it was like a little lounge, with a full bar and the catering in one corner. I didn’t fully grasp HOW nice it was until Tacoma’s VIP- but that’s another post.
So we get our gift bags and our drink tickets and immediately go to the bar. The bartenders were only requiring drink tickets for the non beer and wine items. SWEET! Missy & shana drank beer all night and I got their drink tickets. We found out at the end of the night they should have been taking tickets for everything, but YAY for us!
We were having a great time. Missy was having a few drinks. We didn’t even realize the guys were apparently very late. We were oblivious. People were commenting on our shirts, everyone was in agreement, we kick ass.
So THEN….The guys come in. The room, which had already begun to get a little obnoxious, erupted into high pitch, beer fueled screams. We stand on our chairs and watch the tops of their heads enter the curtained off portion of the room. Chants break out (not by us) people are slapping the tables (again- not us) and the room is getting crazy.
They start to line up the groups…..we were in group K. We were so enamored with watching the curtained off area to get glimpses of the guys, we weren’t paying attention to what letters they were calling. The obnoxious “jersey b*tches” we making so much noise, Joe kept sticking his head out of the curtain and telling everyone to SHUT UP! It was great.
Apparently our letter group got in line, so we joined them. We discussed who was everyone’s favorite. It seems there were about 2 girls for every guy, I think so it seemed like it would all work out. The other Jordan girl was this tall beauty queen, Shana was bound and determined to get to him first.
So it’s time to go into the curtained area. And I have been warning everyone who will listen that in all likelihood, I was going to turn bright red, not be able to speak and pass out on the floor. Then it would take all 5 New Kids to carry my fat ass out of the room. Missy informed me if that happened, she was going to step over me to get to Donnie. She had planned on speaking for me, but when she got sick, she lost her voice. She was supposed to give Jon his gift, but backed out at the last minute, so right before we got in line; I shoved it in the back of my pants- we weren’t supposed to bring anything in with us.
So they open the curtains….its a group of about 8 or 9 of us. Missy and I are at the back of the group. Everyone else heads in there and we start walking in. Missy froze. She grabbed my hand, her mouth dropped open and she started backing up. I was thinking “OH HELL NO! We paid a LOT of money for this!” So I pulled her by the hand through the curtain and aimed her in the direction of Donnie. Once we were in there, she was perfectly fine.
The other Jordan girl was already sitting next to him and there was an empty seat next to him so as soon as Shana saw the opportunity she took off like Flo-Jo and planted herself (kind of violently) next to Jordan. Now, for those that you don’t know. The Knight brothers spook easily. Jordan jumped straight up in the air and said “WHOA!” Which was the perfect opportunity for me to sneak in and get a hug.
Missy was bound and determined to get to Donnie. She wasn’t kidding about stepping over me if I passed out. She went straight to Donnie, gave him her gift and they spent the entire time talking (with his arm around her neck). She kept him busy the entire time…I don’t know how many other Donnie girls were in there, but they lost out…Missy had dibs. Donnie really liked her gift, which was a digital keychain with pictures of them from back in the day. He asked her if she had a camera in her pocket. DAMMIT! NO! We left them in our purses, figuring there was NO way we were going to get away with taking pictures while in the curtained area, we should have known. But she DID have a Sharpie in her pocket. And even though we weren’t allowed, he signed her shirt. He is writing across her chest and the ILAA reps were yelling “NO AUTOGRAPHS!” I’m sorry….but who are you? He asked to sign her shirt….you cant argue with DONNIE F*CKING WAHLBERG!
My plan was always to go directly to Jon. But I walk into the curtain and I can’t even see him…..well he was standing behind us, sucking down a bottle of water. I linger in that area to try to get to him when he is finished and I almost literally run into Joe. He gives me a hug (YAY!) and then holds me out at arms length; to read my shirt…..He turns me around and reads the back. Then he looks at me and says….”So…..are you trying to get people to kiss your boobs?!” LMAO! I said “Hey, its open for interpretation….if that’s where you want to kiss it….” Then he said something dirty and hugged me again. And he was wearing cashmere, so I petted him a little. It was fabulous.
I couldn’t have asked for a better interaction with any of the guys. What I SHOULD have said though, was the boobs were my goal, but I would settle for the cheek. But the beer and nerves got the best of me. But hey- at least he GOT the shirt. I was worried it might be a little TOO cryptic.
So I hover over on that side waiting for Jon and they say picture time. So I end up in the back WAY in the back. And Jon finally comes back to the group and takes the only seat left which is on the other side of Shana (Lucky b*tch!). So we smile…. Take a couple pictures and then I find Jon.
So for some reason this part is a little hazy. I guess it was easier for me to talk to Joe, but Jon is a whole other story. I walk up to him, ask for a hug. He is also wearing something soft. And I grab his present and say something to the effect of….I know you said you didn’t want birthday presents, but I got you one anyway…..I hand it to him, except I think my hands are shaking….He looks at it and says its very cool and thanks me….I tell him its from a little local tavern in Seattle and I couldn’t resist. I THINK the entire time he has his arm around me, but I cant be sure. After the fact, I couldn’t remember if I even made eye contact with him. WTH is wrong with me? I must have right? I mean there is no way I just walked up to him with my head down and buried my face in his shoulder and never looked up….right…..RIGHT?! Gah! I vowed to redeem myself in Tacoma. So then I am so flustered, and they are kicking us out so I turn to leave, only the people in front of me aren’t moving so here I am with my back to Jon…..who, BTW is still rubbing my back….I totally could have turned around and gotten another hug, or looked him in the eye. SO LAME!
So that’s it, we leave the curtain area. And although based on the length of this post and descriptions, it really only lasted about 5 minutes. But its all about memories folks, and I will forever remember that I added like a total spaz in front of my first crush.
The other groups take their turns, we chug more beer, and the guys left.
The whole- checking out your camera thing was a nightmare, they were SO disorganized, it took forever. By the time we got back into the arena, went to the merchandise booth and bar. Both opening acts were over, the guys were getting ready to come on.
Vancouver Show Post later…….
I ALMOST FORGOT! Here are the VIP pictures from Vancouver...see thats me........WAAAAY in the back there....see? Standing next to strangers? Yup. Thats how a spaz does it......