Celebrity Friends
I didn’t really know who these guys were when I first saw them and when somebody said the ‘Styx’, it really didn’t ring much of a bell. So I texted one of my sisters and a few friends and they were all WIGGING OUT like psychos! Woah, dude. I was asked, “Are you crazy?!” and told I ‘better’ take pictures of them. I didn’t realize it was that big a deal, but, okay whatever.
The Styx were SO nice that they didn’t just take one picture with me—they did an entire photo shoot. I mean, these are only 3 of about 10 pictures I took with them. We were on a roll with the picture-taking and posing but they didn’t mind at all and they were easy to talk to. Sweet as pie. SO cool of them! Mainly did it for my sister and some friends going to their concert the next night—which I knew nothing about, obviously.
Thanks, guys! You rock!
How this happened:
As terrified as I am of flying, I was so desperate to see Manchester United play soccer in person when they came to the States that I went and flew by myself.
Landed, went to the hotel, hotel room was not ready, left my bags there and decided to walk down the street for a bit of window shopping until my room was ready. Browsing, browsing, I stopped inside La Perla and was inside the store all of two minutes when I happened to look up at the people walking down the street and saw two faces that looked SO familiar.
Oh-my-freaking-word!!! WHAT! I know a Wes Brown and an Alan Smith when I see one!! SHUT UP! I couldn’t fly out the door fast enough. I darted out the door like a maniac. They kept walking with their shopping bags—and me, the lunatic, walking a ways behind them trying to keep up with them while thinking of an approach to get them to chat with me and not scare them off.
They kept walking and walking and I was desperate to come up with something quick because I didn’t know where they were headed. What’s a girl to do?! Ahhh!! So the first thing that comes to mind—jump on their backs. Good goin’, girl. That’s the way everyone obviously wants to be approached.
I mean, I had watched these guys play soccer/football every week on the telly for so long and they live clear over across the pond in England—what did you expect me to do?! I had no other approach that sprang to mind. I couldn’t think fast enough. It was just a spur of the moment decision. Don’t judge me!
They turned around, I jumped down, and they started chatting me up. AWESOME!! Talk about a grin from ear-to-ear. I couldn’t stop smiling. And we never once talked about soccer/football really. We just talked about mundane things like how long their flight was vs. mine and the fact that I flew by myself terrified of my really short flight compared to their 8-hour flight, how they liked America, etc., etc.
All we did was talk and walk, talk and walk all the way back to their hotel where they had to be for, what they called, ‘dinner’—though it was really early afternoon. Before they went back inside, they were gracious enough to take pictures with me. YES! I just died right there!
And that’s all she wrote, folks. I was a very happy girl, if only for a moment!
Well, I was minding my own business sitting in my seat during an intermission at a concert between an opening act that had just performed and Hall & Oates coming onto stage. My sister had just asked me to hold a really, really old Hall & Oates album for her that she found from way back in the day that she brought with her. She asked me to hold it while she went ‘to the bathroom’ during the intermission.
Then it happened—a guy 3 rows behind me saw me holding this really old album and thought I might like to go meet Hall & Oates before they went onto the stage to perform. I guess the album I was holding for my sister made him think I was a super die-hard fan because if anybody’s holding something THAT old……….well.
So he came up to me and asked if I wanted to go meet them and to follow him. Woah! Of course, I thought it must be some joke. I couldn’t understand how someone could just appear out-of-the-blue and say something like that—like he had simple access to them. PLEASE! But…….I figured I could always go back to my seat if he was lying and, if he really had another agenda in mind, surely he wouldn’t kill me in front of all these people. So I followed him to humor myself.
And…………….