
This was certainly the best birthday in a long while..
I got home from Anaheim in the early morning.. So, I had most of the day to lounge around the house.. I packed my bags for my flight the next day to LA.. anticipating a late night at the San Fran Show.
I went to San Fran Extra early.. (I left at 400) so I could avoid any and all traffic. I parked in a garage at about 530 and sat in the car making my sign. What sign you ask, well.. I went to Walgreens and got this BRIGHT pink poster board and a HUGE sharpie. I wrote on the board...
"TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY.. AND ALL I WANT IS A KISS FROM NIC.."
I figured the worst that could happen is that he would kiss me and I would faint or something..
At about 600, I folded up my sign and stuffed it in my purse.. and headed to the venue. The familiar RED tour bus sat directly in front of the club and I immediately was scared. I was going to stand outside this club while the boys were in the bus.. and I was going to die. I was jolted out of my fright by a BIG black gentlemen.. He asked if he could help me.. I was taken aback.. was he selling drugs? was he an undercover narco or something? I told him rather politely that I was starting the line for the show.. He laughed at me and pointed down the street.. Down the street about a block or so was a line of people.. 10 or so deep. HMPH. I was late. I wasn't the first person there.. I trudged down the street and took my place in line. About 20 minutes later, a flurry was occuring in front of the club.. As I peered around the people in front of me, I realized that Nic and Cam had emerged from the bus and were heading into the club.. I nearly died. I begged the people behind me to save my spot.. and I high tailed it to the scene of the flurry.
There in front of me stood Nic and Cam.. I was trying desperately to dig my camera out of my purse as other people were snagging autographs.. I finally got it out.. and pushed my way to the front and asked Nic if he would mind if I snapped a picture.. he said, of course not. (see photo above) I did my little move where I take the picture by holding the camera out in front of us, so we had to squeeze in real tight.. (nice)
I felt seriously, like I was 14 .. My knees were buckling..
I went back to the line and was giggling at my score..
At about 8pm, they finally let us in. I scored a sweet spot right between Nic and Mark.. right up against the barricades. This rather tall gentlemen who had a striking resemblence to Ralph Fiennes stood to my right.. and we chatted between the opening act and Jet.. We decided we were eachothers dates because our mates were lame and stayed home.
Jet finally came on.. and I happily held up my sign.. Nic read the sign and pretended to roll off his top hat and blow me a kiss. (AWW HOW SWEET)..
hmm.. he is a hot, nice boy.