|Reunited and it feels so good!!! More adventures with HBK!!!!!!!
||[Jul. 28th, 2013|05:05 am]
|[||feeling that way
|[||raised on radio
|||||I Get So Emotional ~ Whitney Houston||]|
OK, so really I'm just back here to post about meeting HBK today (or rather, yesterday), recording for posterity farts. Which reminds me, I shoulda posted about meeting Tony Danza too. "All my love, Tony Danza" "I have a joke! It's a bad one! Why don't Italians like Jehovas Witnesses? Ay, we don't like ANY witnesses..." Nutshell.
So about a month ago, Kyle calls me up, which is already weird because we always text, so important business may be afoot.
Kyle: What're you doing July 27?
Me: I'll have to check the calendar to see if we hav--
Kyle: NO, you're going to the Oxford Valley Mall with me to meet Shawn.
Kyle: ::unintelligible marking out::
The backstory is that Kyle has a mancrush on Shawn that, if I'm feeling generous, could MAAAAYBE rival my own love for him. And he's never met him before.
So finally the day is upon us. I busted out the red Shawn shirt that only gets busted out for special occasions because I wore it half to death (every Monday night for like 3 years), and a couple zebra print accessories, then I was off to the mall. Luckily it's only 15 minutes away, you know, if you're obeying the speed limit. I made it in 5 because people treat the road to get there like it's the Autobahn 0:) So I park and head inside to begin a long but thrilling day. Like last time, Shawn was fashionably late, but was kind enough to tweet that he was on the way, almost there, and finally in the building. They played his music and we all lost out minds, and I was lucky enough to be close to the front when he walked by on his way to the signing area.
Somebody forgot to tell me that VIP tickets were available, so after each of the 50 VIP fans had their 6(!) items autographed, the line started moving for us regular joes. I managed to get #46 so I was in the first wave, but still, another half hour of waiting.
Finally, I handed him my old ass worn and torn poster from 1995 (went great with my old ass worn and torn shirt) that he signed in a silver marker, which I'm looking at now and loving that you can only see the ink at certain angles so it doesn't totally interfere with the poster image :) Then he looked up at me and said "Thank you darlin' :D" Le swoon.
While waiting in line to take the photo, a dude with his kid saw my cheesy little camera and offered to sneak me some extra better photos with his huge ass camera. My first instinct is always "No way creeper, I'm not going in your spank bank." But I said F it and took him up on it. So finally it's my turn, and I hand my camera off to one of the employees. Shawn squeezes my hand and starts to put his arm around me, and right before I completely melt into his arms (which are *still* freakin' jacked, OMG), I remember I had a plan...
Me: Shawn, can we do the classic HBK pose?
HBK: Which one is that?
Me: The one where you ::pulls glasses down to bridge of nose, brings hand to chin::
Shawn: OHHyeah! Yeah sure. ::starts to do the pose::
Shawn: You want me to face this way?
Me: ::stifles screaming and other girl-jizzy related reactions::
Me: Yup that's cool, we can stand back to back.
Dude. DUDE. This old school fan just did HBK's old school pose with HBK himself. Holy effin' eff.
Later when I looked at the pic, I realized he snuck in the old "this is my 'sexy smirk'" smirk, which he never does anymore because he's all born again and Christians apparently don't smirk. I didn't get that memo.
Other things about the pic I freak out about: he leaned waaaay far back, my hair is touching his shoulder (LOL), and if he wasn't bedecked in head-to-toe hunting gear, I could to totally photoshop this into an classic promo pic. Heel Lanie. Also, my hair looked incredible despite the humidity, woohoo!
After we took the pic, he said that I remember more than he does, there's a lot he's forgotten. I squeezed his surprisingly uncalloused hand and said, "Oh, I understand" in a tone that said "Because I personally can't remember shit i did 3 days sometimes, ugh."
I went to go find Kyle, and when I found him, I thought I was gonna have to smack him across the face a few times to calm him the hell down. He too had a plan, one meant to capture every last possible milisecond of him popping his Shawn cherry. A plan that he made me listen to a minimum of 20 times.
It went off perfectly. I bought him as much time as possible, so now Kyle is in posession of a photo AND a recording of his special moment. The kid owes me.
We decided to get food, but I had to make a pitstop at Sephora. Dude, meeting Shawn Michaels and a mini makeup splurge, sounds like a good day to me. But wait, there's more! We made it upstairs to the food court, but George's is across from the food court, and Kyle wanted to buy some shit in there. So we're heading over, and I suddenly punch Kyle in the back. Because HBK is walking out of George's directly in front of us on his way to the parking lot. And it just so happens...that Shawn's ride is waiting for him WHERE I PARKED. As we're following him out the door--at a safe following distance ;)--I take out my keys so just in case I, in my HBK shirt, am spotted and look like I'm stalking him, I could explain that i too was going to my car. That sounds legit, right? Yeah sure. Once outside, we see Shawn getting into the passenger seat. I cut in front of the car because my car was parked to the left. So as I'm walking to my car, Shawn's car pulls out, and a few seconds later, i hear Kyle say, "...um... they're following us." I turn around and indeed they are. In fact they drive up right next to us!!! Not sure if Kyle got that on video or not, but as we make it to my car, suddenly Shawn's car starts to make a right turn *into* the parking lot. And then makes another right turn. And then one more. So now Shawn's car is coming BACK DOWN THE AISLE THAT MY CAR IS IN. Kyle goes mad stalkerazzi on their asses as they drive by us, and then shows me his phone, "I got a picture of Shawn's arm!!!" And what a glorious shot it was. If there was a competition for best photos of an arm, this would win it.
Finally, we make it back inside for a late lunch, and while waiting in line, I spy Kyle staring off into space as a creepy grin slowly spreads across his face while he relives the day. We probably annoyed every other diner by freaking out about everything that went on today. I screamed all the way home, and Kyle shed enough tears to have his man card revoked.