So I'm sure most of you know that I went to the NKOTBSB (New Kids on the Block Backstreet Boys) concert on Friday. And can I just say that it was THE best concert of my entire life!!! My seats were not the greatest, but it didn't matter!! It was AMAZING!!! That is what sparked this blog. Most of my other friends that went (and by most I mean ALL) had AMAZING seats! So close that they were able to touch, hold hands with, or lick the chests of the guys. I was/am EXTREMELY JEALOUS of these people!! It made me wonder why I had never had the chance to meet any one famous! And then I remembered- I had...... what a disaster that was!
I layed in bed trying to think of places I could casually meet someone famous and then it occurred to me that there was one brief moment that I was in the presence of amazingness. But not a Hollywood hot shot. No, more like a hometown hero. That's right, I am referring to one of the best football players of all time (in my dumb little eyes).... JARED ALLEN!!! That was the best and most embarrassing moment all wrapped up in one fleeting moment. It all started in October of 2010. I had found out about a little show that he did, appropriately named "The Jared Allen Show". I also found out that these shows were taped every week in the Mall of America rotunda every week. Once I found all this information out, I realized that I HAD HAD HAD to go! Now the problem was finding willing participants to accompany me. Thankfully, my lovely roommates Lisa and Dee agreed to go with me (after many bribes and much pleading). We got all dressed up, me in my Allen jersey, and headed to what would be both great and horrible. We got there and found out that Jared would be signing autographs, but only 30 people would get one.... and you had to buy his cook book because that was the only thing he would sign. Needless to say, I HAD to get one so that I could meet him and get an autograph. So as the show progressed and the autograph signing got closer, my palms began to get very sweaty. Now, you should know that I had always thought that I would be cool, calm, and collected if I ever had the chance to come into contact with a celebrity of any sort. Well.... all I can say is that how things play out in your head and how things happen in reality are vastly different. So the time came for those lucky few people to meet Jared Allen. I got in line, shaking the entire time. The line was short and I didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it. Finally the time came to face my football hero. All the things that I had thought of saying to him if I ever got the chance to meet him left my brain and all I could do was smile and fight back tears. Oh yeah, and hand him the book to sign. But I couldn't even tell him what my name was so that he could personalize the autograph. I just stood there like a big fat dummy, smiling while he signed it. BUT he did smile that sexy Jared smile at me and I was able to eject a 'thank you'..... or so I thought.... I don't exactly know if that's what he heard, but that's what I intended to mutter.
I was thrilled to meet him, but was utterly embarrassed because I couldn't do or say anything that I wanted to. I like to think that in the future I can be composed and not gush, but if this experience is any indication, that won't happen.... I'll be utterly stupefied and mutter incoherently. But those are the stories that make life interesting, right? Meh. As long as I can say that I met them, I'm good.
At least I had wonderful friends to laugh at me! Hope you enjoyed and had a good laugh. If you or your famous friends need a laugh, feel free to introduce me. I'm sure I could turn into an idiot pretty quick! Thanks for reading!
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