madamimadam' date='Aug 24th 2010, 6:10 PM
OK, so here goes nothing...
Before talking about yesterday, I must go back a few days. I pm’d VistaDiva to discuss how we could use our networking skills to get M&G’s. This was my last show and therefore my last chance to get one, if any. I was floored when VistaDiva called me to tell me that she already had some irons in the fire and that I should keep my fingers, feet, eyes crossed. Then Sunday night, she called me to tell me we were ‘IN’... OMG!!!! Sleep Sunday night was evasive to say the least!!!!
Now as far as my traveling adventures go, all was quiet, except maybe how I berated the Border Official for not knowing who Adam F*cking Lambert was! IDJIIIOT!!! When I got to the hotel (which Vista had found around the corner from the theatre), I was devastated to find out it is a non-smoking HOTEL and although it offered me a ‘smoking room’ on their booking site, no such room existed... Me? Excited? M&G? Adam? Last show? NO F*CKING SMOKING? Are you kidding me? I was told Vista had already registered and called her in the hope of moving us to another hotel up the street where SMOKING ROOMS were available, but she had already unpacked and with some cajoling on her part, decided that I COULD survive one night in a non-smoking hotel!
After unpacking myself (BTW, just so you all know my room number was 911! How appropriate!), Vista and I went to the theatre to get our M&G passes and for me to deliver fruit baskets for the band and the dancers to thank them for making GNT so much fun and full of love. Vista and I had ordered flowers to give Adam at the end of the encore. After being told that the M&G passes would only be at the Box Office after 6:15, we decided to go eat, get dressed for Adam (WHAT? That’s what we all do for these concerts, let alone M&G’s! Don’t you dare judge! :roll: )
After dinner, when we went up to our rooms is when it really hit me that I was about to meet Adam in person and the butterflies started doing this crazy dance in my stomach. Of course, I had Xanax and could have taken one, but I was afraid that I would not fully appreciate the experience if slightly drugged up, so I decided to forego my standard crutch when those darned butterflies decide to do their friggin’ tapdance!
Off to the theatre to find out where we should go for the M&G and it could not have been more confusing if they had tried. The M&G will be at 7:30, no 7:15, no 6:30, no 6:45, stand here, no there, wait here, no inside, no outside, security will come and get you, don’t know where security is, security is in a meeting... Finally it seemed that the answer was to wait in the lobby. Now please understand that this theatre has two friggin’ lobbies, so here we go again... Stand in THIS lobby, no THAT lobby, in THIS corner, no near the stairs, no not THOSE stairs, THESE stairs, now move to the OTHER stairs, now go INSIDE the theatre... Through all of this, came the realization that I had nothing for Adam to sign. It never crossed my mind. But as the saying goes... God will provide... and this fan approaches me with an original drawing of Adam done by this 19 year old Vietnamese fan. It is beautiful and very true to life... Saved by a 19 year old, a world away... Who knew?
Anyways, my butterflies were now doing Riverdance - forget regular tap dancing, that’s for the faint of hearts! Anyhooooo, to make a long story short (I know... Too late!), we finally get walked through this maze backstage and are ushered into this room that has seen better days... Actually it had seen better days 50 years ago! And here we go again, we are told to sit (there are two long tables with metal chairs arranged around them). Now to pick the best spot... This table? That table? This end? That end? Adam will come in from this door? That door? There are FOUR friggin’ doors... so who knows? After all the debating is over and we finally sit down, we are told (yup you guessed it!) to stand up and line up against one wall! By then, it’s about 7:10 and the electricity in the room (none offered by NYState Light & Power Corp) is exponentially growing with each passing second. There is one young girl who is actually hyperventilating which makes me feel oh so ‘together’ that all there is now is a fleet of butterflies doing an Irish jig in my stomach! Screw the line, I have to sit down or I am actually going to pass out! I actually feel lightheaded... Haven’t felt that since I was pregnant with my firstborn!
... but then lo and behold, this wonderful young man walks into the room to a chorus of OOOHHHs and AAAHHHs and there he stands before us, an uglammed young boy, sweet as pie, and so darned thin!!! Eat something Adam! Come on, you can afford it! Get yourself some of that ice cream you are so fond of! I am maybe 7th or 8th in line to meet him, I am clutching the original sketch and as my turn is coming up next, I decide I should just shake his hand... except my hands are swimming in sweat!!!! I never sweat! I perspire at best when it is extremely hot, but SWEAT? Never! OK, so now it’s my turn... Forget shaking hand with the boy! I just know he would go EEEWWW and wipe his hand on the awful cement wall behind him because I KNOW he would not want to wipe it on his pants (gorgeous and tight BTW) or his wonderful t-shirt (why can’t I look like that in a t-shirt?)! So as he puts his hand out to shake mine, I kind of move passed it, breathe out the words “Can I have a hug?”. He barely has time to answer and there I am in his arms, holding on for dear life! He must have thought I was nuts! But I have a plan! I am holding this gorgeous sketch which I quickly start explaining to him is from a Vietnamese 19 year old fan of his and how well she captured him, and isn’t she great, and you know this is an original, and could you sign it, because she will be so thrilled, and she is so mad talented, and she is only 19, and she is from Vietnam, and... Adam agrees that she is very talented, signs the thing, and then tells me we’re going to take a picture... Probably wants me to STFU! So he puts his arm around me, this young boy (younger than both my sons) and I feel like I am being cradled by the love of my life (NUTS! I am telling you, all sane thought process just escapes you at a time like this). Picture is taken – I probably will look like a total loon, but who cares? He had his arm around me!!!! And then, I’m told to move away! Really? Do I have to? I really like it here, embraced by Adam! Could we take like a whole roll of pictures? Oh you don’t have rolls anymore! It’s a digital camera? All the better, let’s fill that card right up, shall we? No, really I have time! No bother at all! What do you mean, I really really have to move along? You’re so damned mean! OK, since Vista is next, I guess I can understand that others should get some time with Adam as well... but only because it’s Vista! I’ll let her tell you about her experience, but after she is done, we are then ushered back up and spitted out back into the theater. Vista and I look at each other... Did that just really happen? It was sooooooooo fast! Barely remember anything! I wanna go again, Mom! Please? Oh, it’s not like the rides at the fair? Well, crap then. I’ll go pout in my front row center seat then!
You all saw the concert through the special oven I had brought with me. When Adam appeared at the top of those stairs, he was no longer the young boy I had just met, he was the Rock God we all know and love and he was on fire! The vocals were out-of-this-world! At one point, the person standing to my right kind of poked me a little, so I turned to smile and say it’s OK (we are at an AFL concert after all), only to realize it was Leila! After he finished Fever and the lights went out, I leaned over and told her: “This isn’t exactly like attending one of his school plays, is it?” She laughed and shook her head!
When it was time for Brooke and Adam to do their dirty dancing bit, Brooke kind of stepped back from Adam, pointed to his mom and shook her head ‘no’. There was no way she could do that in front of Leila! That’s when Adam pointed to this mom, said “Hi Mom! I love you”, I turned to Leila and she blew him a kiss! AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! I must say that Adam was not having any of Brooke’s reticence at being sexy, raunchy, erotic, OTT because his mom was in front row. He put on an amazing display of what sexiness is about and never looked back – in fact none of us did either, we were all mesmerized by the display in front of our eyes.
If you have any way/chance/possibility/plan to ever be able to get a front row seat at one of the shows... run! Don’t walk! Sell your firstborn if you must! OK, maybe not your first born, but you must have an aunt or cousin you don’t particularly care for that you could sell, right? He is larger than life! He takes over the whole stage, and I don’t mean that he ‘uses’ the whole stage, I mean the ‘whole stage becomes him’! There is nothing else in front of you, just this panther-prancing iconic star that oozes so much energy that you are totally spent by the end of the show!
This was my last show and I had prepared myself emotionally to deal with it, but I was totally exhausted and deflated afterwards. And that folks is why I haven’t been able to post anything yet. Partly to feel sorry for myself for a minute, but mostly I needed to digest what happened in that it-had-its-heydays-50-years-ago room! I needed to process it, chew on it, taste it, swish it around in my mouth for a while before being able to swallow the fact that I actually MET ADAM F. LAMBERT!!!!