Tuesday, July 24 2001
Crissy called. "I have your tickets, but they're bad
seats, I'm sorry..."
"That's okaywhere are they?" I asked.
I looked at Dwanollah in shock: "Dude, we have front
The Freaking Commenced.
So once we found out we'd, like, scored mondo-primo seats
for the Pop Music Event of the Summer, the Getting Ready rituals
kicked off. I painted my nails groovy blue foil, courtesy
of Kelly's nail polish collection. I actually ended up having
a FAB hair day - rather unusual. Right now, as previously
mentioned, I have a choice of about 3 things to wear: black
skirt with white shirt, jeans and denim jacket with dressy
satin shirt, and jeans with tee shirts. I opted for the jean-and-denim
jacket look, with a bright pink low-cut shirt that now fits
- all the better to show off that fine *NSync necklace! And
then I scoured until I found our Duran Button Collection -
and slathered my jacket with 11 of 'em. Damn. HOT! :)
I opted for the elegant ensemble *snort* of the sleeveless
tee I bought at my very-first-Duran-concert-ever, in1984,
paired with the bitchen black Diesel skirt Kimmie gave me,
and of course my chunky, retarded *NSync necklace from Claire's.
'Twas very important to dress as Duranies, just to show the
current wave of teenies who's who and what's what. We wear
our Knobliness with PRIDE, y'all! :)
I wanted to leave early, because parking at the Rose Bowl
was gonna be a mess, and I had visions of having to take the
bus from some random parking lot 3 miles away and then back
again at midnight after the show. Plus, KIIS
102.7 FM, the radio station sponsoring the show, was having
a carnival at the Rose Bowl before the show to, like, encourage
people to get there early. Insane Madhouse Potential.
Had things been different, and the Yuppiemobile not been
in the shop, we might've made a side trip to a Tower Records
to pick up Celebrity, newly released that day. But
we were still livin' The Power of the Geo Metro, sans tape
player, much less CD player, and would have to make do with
the pre-concert babble on 102.7, heaven help us...
So we left here 'round 3, and got thereand got good,
close parkingat 4ish. The first thing we saw upon arrival
was mass numbers of cars plastered
with *NSync posters, pictures, signs, graffitiit was
spectacular. We giggled our asses off, taking pictures of
some of the best ones. Our fave? The girls who'd tried to
give mad props to the opening band, Eden's
Crush (of the TV show Popstars
)... only, they'd spelled it "Eden's Chush." Eden's
Chush. That's who they were for the rest of the night.
Another fave thing was the SUV (there were a surprising number
of minivans and SUVs there. Are folks these days just letting
their chilluns appropriate family minivans and besmirch the
pristine exteriors with estrogen-laden
decor like this? Or do folks just BUY their kids minivans
and SUVs now?) that featured declarations like *NSync is
God damn sexy! and *NSync is God damn hot! and
God made Coke. God made Pepsi. God made Lance, oh so sexy!
[I didn't know God was into the soda and pop-star business…]
and My pants are bustin' for JC! [with a picture of
pants] Do you see this guy? [with a picture of JC]
He belongs to ME! And someday I'll meet him! We're gonna
walk down the aisle! (Hey. I was impressed she spelled
"aisle" correctly. So did the Lance-Pepsi girl,
included color photocopies of her next to pix of Lance and
the postscript We're gonna walk down the aisle! Bless.)
And the first thing we heard upon arrival was the SCREAMING.
There was a KIIS FM stage set up near the entrance with the
DJs entertainingand tauntingthe audience of mostly-14-to-17-year-old-girls
with blocks of *NSync music, the occasional handout of cheap
Mardi Gras beads, and promises of front-row tickets. (Did
I mention WE ALREADY HAD FRONT-ROW
TICKETS?! *doing, doing, doing*) These girlies were just going
apeshit for a chance at a string of plastic beads - never
mind those coveted tickets! And yes, there was a carnival
- several food stands, a few rides, another stage where a
group of wannabe boys performed *NSync dances to the shrieks
and cheers of the fans gathered.
yes, the fans...
Being a Duranie, this shit shouldn't shock, but DANG IT!
Half of the twenty thousand girls (or their long-suffering
mothers) were carrying carefully-lettered, glittered and cut-out-decorated
signs: Marry Me, Lance! JUSTIN IS MINE! I Love *NSYNC!!!!!
Pop Odyssey! I Love You JC!... Someone had carefully crafted
a huge LIFE cereal box with the *NSyncers' pictures on it,
and her friend held up a giant bowl and spoon next to her.
Girls carried their *NSync puppet-dolls...and a frightening
number of girls had made *NSync dolls, with a cut-out of Lance
or JC or Justin fixed over a baby-doll's face. And, oh, the
outfits- these girls must've started with the appliqués
and Bedazzlers and fabric pens literally the second they got
their concert tickets. Jeans and jackets and t-shirts and
old concert t-shirts, hats, sneakers positively PAVED with
pictures and messages...pictures of the Boyz surrounded by
glitter...perma-marker declarations of love and devotion...iron-on
letters and/or numbers (Justin, for some reason, is number
1½, make of it what you will….)
*sighs, explains for the kabillionth time*
*NSync played in a charity basketball game earlier in the
year, and had numbers on their jerseys. Britney Spears was
also in the game. Brit n' Just were on the same team; his
jersey said 1 ½, and hers said ½. (Aww.) *snicker*
(Their jerseys also had names: his was Stinky, and hers, Pinky,
but that's not what you asked.)
You should watch more MTV, Dwan. I learned this Important
Information on Britney Spears' Diary.
I'm sorry I offended you, Kel. I humbly beg your forgiveness…
*giggling giddily* Where was I…? Oh, yeah… rhinestones and
glitter-buttons - and some girls had even made headbands with
deedley-bop like things sprouting *NSync trading cards on
Despite the fact that the new album had just been released
that day, most of the girls had every song memorized, natch,
and could shriek along with whatever track or snippet the
KIIS DJs played for them. Not only that, there were clusters
who had all the dances down, and could bust out with their
phat moves to "Pop" or "Bye Bye Bye" as
necessary. We got pictures of two girls who were quite good,