I definitely try to lighten the blog a bit after a heavy post. You need to laugh. Laughing is so important when you are trying to survive watching a loved one fight cancer. I have a handful of people that I can count on to make me laugh--- laugh so hard that my sides hurt actually, so I needed to find joy in other ways. Recently, there has been a demand for a blog entry by a few people (I also have some anonymous followers). I'm going to write about a recent magical experience and it's going to make me look crazier than I already do... But you have to be able to laugh at yourself. It's a great way to forget the sadness for even a second.
No big secret, I love Donnie Wahlberg. I've loved him for 21 years-- which is longer than my own husband. I can't help it nor can I explain it. He's hot, yes, clearly... But he's also nice. Not, "I'm Getting Paid to Be Here" but genuine "I Love My Fans" nice. Unless you've met him, you probably won't believe this but forget being cynical and trust me on this one. I've met him more times than I can count. Anyway, my birthday and Donnie's birthday are close and he always has a party--- a BIG party. Of course it's not free, but when the opportunity presents itself, I jump on it. Luckily I have enough crazy friends I can call on to go with me.
Last year I entered a local radio contest and won the grand prize to attend his birthday party. Of course, I was live on the radio when I won and sounded like a complete asshole... but again, you have to laugh at yourself sometimes. At the party last year, I was lucky enough to score that birthday kiss.... after which I became mute in a creepy fan stalker way. I needed to redeem myself. I've had several chances to do that since, but nothing.
The day of the party, I told myself this encounter was going to be different.... I dressed up as if I was Cinderella going to the ball in a fun black satin cocktail dress. We packed up and drove to the casino. When I first arrived, I felt very arrogant about my VIP status until I saw the line----- and it was long. Really long. This definitely wasn't going to be as intimate as it was last year and I was visually assaulted by at least 50 girls. ....maybe even more. I'm still having nightmares. But, I put on a smile and stood in line in my 5 inch heels waiting for my moment of glory.
Once inside the lounge, I downed some Pinot Grigio-- liquid courage-- and awaited his arrival. I had a prime position to see him and couldn't wait. The seconds ticked away slowly. Then.... I heard the screams, the shrieks, the loud music and there he was. In all his amazing glory dressed to kill in a black suit. I believe there was a beacon of light above him as well--- ok, it was the club lights, but same thing. My heart started to race, birds were flying around my head and hearts were popping out of my eyes. There was only one thing left to do--- have another glass of Pinot Grigio.
The line to get my moment with him wrapped around the bar for what seemed miles but I relaxed while I drank my wine before I hopped into place. Finally, I was inches away from him and all ll I could think about was how I was an adult woman with a post graduate degree but couldn't form a complete sentence in my head. How suddenly I was catatonic (which for those who know me isn't easy). I knew this was my moment- I've fucked it up before and this time I wasn't going to do it.
This is when things get a little fuzzy.
I remember walking up to him and telling my girlfriend in front of me, "Tell him it was my birthday Wednesday." Next thing I knew, her hugging moment was over and I was standing there, looking at him and lost all sense of where I was. I think if I was a dog, I would have peed on myself from the shock and awe. He kissed me on the cheek, said, "Happy Belated, baby" in the sexy D-Dub back rub voice (those of you who know, know) and I believe I said thank you? The flash went off and that was it. I took a step, woke from my coma and thought fuck! With that, I spun around on my fuchsia Louboutins.
Through my fog, I recall taking his hand and saying, "I've met you so many times and can NEVER talk to you. I'm just in awe of you." Without missing a beat, he looked me up and down, looked into my eyes (sure, he had on aviator glasses but you know when this man is looking at you) and said, "Well, I have to tell you. I'm pretty in awe of you too." We ended with another big hug....l
....and that ladies and gentlemen, is hands down, the best line I've ever been fed by a guy. I heart him-- not just because he's hot but for all the smiles he gives me when I can't bear being an adult.
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