Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Meeting Joe Mac

I've been experiencing a bit of writer's block lately...hence the lack of posts.

Today I have been filling in for my boss in the office at work and I've had very little to keep me occupied. I've been trying not to be a total slacker, and actually do work related things...but there's only so much that I can do. So anyway, as I'm sure you can all understand, I eventually turned to blog surfing.


As I was surfing through the new posts on my blogroll, I came across this post by McMommy and was inspired to finally tell my own story. I have mentioned the experience a few times in past posts, but I've never actually told the whole story of what happened. (Huh, come to think of it, I'm not sure that I've ever told the whole story to ANYONE up until now)



So here it is... the story of how Joe McIntyre had to get his posse to tell me to bug off...in all it's humiliating glory.


If you are one of my 3 regular readers, you obviously already know that I was a big fan of New Kids in my youth. I went to several concerts in my teens, and continued to be a fan right up until the end (Ok, well obviously not the end since they have now reunited, but whatever).
I was a freshman in college when Face The Music came out. I probably wouldn't have gone out to purchase the CD myself, but my Mom sent it to me in a care package and I did listen to it a couple of times. I still thought Joe was the hottest guy on the planet.

I didn't really pay a lot of attention to what was going on with them at that point, and didn't take much notice of the break up. I met my husband not that long after and had plenty of other things to keep my mind occupied.



Then in 1999 I discovered that Joe was releasing Stay the Same. Again, I am pretty sure that my Mom sent me the video or something along those lines. However it was that I found out, I was instantly sucked right back into lusting after him with everything I had in me (much to poor Kevin's dismay).


I found a bbs dedicated to all of the other maniacs like me out there through his website, and was soon spending hours and hours chatting about all things Joe with them. That is where I met my accomplice.


In May 0f 2001 Meet Joe Mac was released. When I learned that Joe was coming to the area for an in store appearance, my "friend" and I decided that we absolutely had to be there. She lived a few hours away in downstate Illinois, but was more than willing to make the drive up here to have the opportunity to actually "Meet Joe Mac". We had never even met each other. Our only contact had been online, and maybe we had a phone conversation or two.


We assured each other that neither one of us was a psycho (except in regards to Mr. McIntyre of course), and made the plans for her to come stay the night at our apartment so that we could go to the CD signing together.


The day of the signing arrived, and we were both giddy with anticipation. We arrived at the mall where the record store was located several hours early and got in line to receive our official numbers. We spent the next few hours wandering aimlessly through the mall, and chatting with fellow fans until the store told us that we were allowed to begin lining up.

The line was huge. It snaked all through the store and out into the hallway. We were somewhere in the middle. Everyone was given a yellow sticky note and told to write their first name on it, and have the CD insert opened to the page we wanted him to sign in order to help speed the process along. (Not that it really worked)

The wait seemed to last forever. Of course, all of the waiting left me with
way too much time to think about what I wanted to say to him when we finally came face to face. Such a terrible idea!

I've never really been one to become starstruck. As far as I am concerned, people are people no matter how famous they may be. Why should I feel all nervous and goofy just because a lot of people happen to know who this one particular person is? Really, I'm totally calm and collected, and
normal... unless of course that person happens to be Joey McIntyre.

I really thought that I was going to be fine. I mean, he's just a man, right? Just because I spent years of my life fantasizing about how fabulous our lives were going to be once our paths crossed and he fell hopelessly in love with me...that's no reason to think that I would behave in anything but the most dignified manner...right?

Yeah, that's what I
thought.

The reality of this little tale is that I finally made it to the front of the line, and saw this...


(look at that freaking arm...seriously, I could just melt right here and now just looking at that bicep)

and then he looked at me kinda like this...


(alright, he may look a bit daft in this picture, but I'm sure he was just trying to be polite and pay attention to what this girl was saying to him)

and smiled sort of like this (except better) with those AMAZING blue eyes...


and my brain turned to complete mush.

He signed my CD liner


and my friend took this picture...


(my only proof that I was ever this close to him...and I'm totally cut off)

Then as I was walking away I realized that this was probably my one and only chance to actually speak to this man. I knew that I needed to say something fairly normal. I didn't want to scream or cry, or gush on and on about how much I love him...he gets that garbage all of the time, and come on, I am just way better than that.

So this was it, my one chance for him to see how cool and brilliant I am and it was slipping away. I was down to mere seconds before someone would come and push me along to keep the line moving and I knew I had to come up with something amazing to say.

So what did my brilliant mind come up with?


"Thanks for keeping it real Joe"

Seriously. THAT'S what I said to him.

Brilliant right? Totally normal and not at all dorky.

(Please stop snickering)

Everything after that is sort of hazy.

I'm sure that we must have waited around for a bit, because I know that we were there to hear that he was going to be leaving. I remember walking out into the parking lot and seeing that his limo was right there...VERY close to where my car was parked. I remember seeing several other girls run to their cars to start following and thinking that it seemed like a good idea. I'd heard so many stories from other people on the bbs about how they met up with him and he was so cool and would just hang out and talk. So why not me?

I really wasn't trying to behave like a psycho...I just thought that we would follow the limo and see where he went. I wasn't going to harm anyone or drive dangerously or anything like that. I swear!

Anyway, I ended up being the first or second car in line behind his as we were waiting at a traffic light to get out of the mall. It is possible that I cut a car or two off slightly in order to make a light and not lose him...but I swear, it wasn't anything terrible. I wasn't even really speeding.

Shortly after leaving the mall, the limo pulled into a parking lot and brilliant girl that I am, I pulled in after it. I parked in a parking spot and my friend and I just sat there. Then the door to the limo opened, and a stocky gentleman got out and walked over to my window...and very calmly and politely (though very sternly) asked me to please give his client some space.

I apologized profusely for my behavior and promised to leave him alone. Then I put my car back in drive and got the heck out of dodge.

My friend and I made the mutual decision to keep the story of this little adventure to ourselves. I really didn't think that I was ever going to figure out how to stop blushing with shame.

I have never felt more like an idiot in my life. Well, except for maybe the time not that long after this story happened that my sister and I got in a fist fight in front of my entire family and I called her some very rude words right in front of my Grandmom. That may have been worse.

Not by much though.

I hope that I haven't lost whatever respect I may have had before telling this sordid tale...or any of the few faithful readers I may have had.

You still like me, right?





23 fabulous responses:

Jen said...

I'll be holding a stalker's anonymous meeting tomorrow at 7pm. I think it would be a good idea for you to join me. It will be me (as you know I'm a serious Gos-Stalker), you, and Happy Hour Sue (for her Joe Jonas obsession).

Seriously, I could have written a very similar story. The worst part is that it happened only about 6 months ago w/ Russell Crowe. I will be 60 yrs old and still acting like an idiot!

Julie said...

Hilarious! So, are you going to see NKOTB in concert any time soon? A friend of mine won a meet and greet in Boston and she is absolutely quivering w/teenage angst over her hair, clothes and makeup.....I thought we were done w/14?!

Susan in the Psych Ward said...

That's ok... I'll be joing jen in the stalker's anonymous meeting... I'm now stalking Rocco Dispirito and I wrote about it today before I even read mcmommy or you today....hmmmm some sort of cosmic coincidence!!!

bejewell said...

Oh, honey. Honey, honey, honey. THIS is your most humiliating story?

One day we are going to meet for real and you're going to get me drunk and I'm going to tell you all of MY embarassing stalker stories. And you're gonna think to yourself, "Wow, I am really NOT a stalker at all. That Joe McIntyre got off LUCKY!"

Trust me. It'll happen.

Steph said...

If it makes you feel even the eensiest bit better, I did almost the exact same thing only with a female author who wasn't even all that famous at the time. (Kim Harrison. She lived in the same town I did.)

Auds at Barking Mad said...

God love ya! That was amazing. But I bet you feel better after that, right?

I have a similar story with a rather horrid ending...along the lines of "be careful what you wish for" sort of thing. I don't know if I can post about it. I don't know if there is enough valium in the world.

Dana said...

OMG, it sounds like something I would totally do.....except that I grew up far away from anyone who may have been even remotely famous. But oh how I love to dream about meeting someone famous someday. (or better yet, the dream of being somewhat famous myself....)

3boys247 said...

You are awesome, not too stalkerish at all. Great story, my favorite part? "Thanks for keeping it real Joe." Yeah, I kinda laughed, sorry.

Don't you hate when you can't think of what to say. I bet when you and your stalker friend were following his car, you thought of plenty of things you should have said.

Cheryl said...

You're awesome! I think "Thanks for keeping it real" is pretty damned good....I mean I would have said something dumb like, "Wow".

It's such a great throwback moment...I remember my sister worked for their attorney way back when. We lived in Boston at the time and she called me and said "They are HERE!!! In the office!!!" I went over to her office and stalked them from my sister's cubicle. I had to get back to work and my lunch hour was only so long...so I never got to see them. She did mention those blue eyes. That bicep is not bad either!!

Great post! :)

Krystyn said...

That's pretty funny! You stalked NKOTB's Joey! Seriously...hilarious!

BacktoBarnwell said...

Well, I'm no mcintyre but maybe just maybe...just kidding! lol...I'm a total stalker and facebook doesn't help...I friended Josh Flagg from Million Dollar Listing and he accepted, and yes, it was the real Josh Flagg! haha...Now I'm trying to get Dooce to put me on her twitter follower.

Carol said...

Shannon I love that you said thanks for keeping it real.

That has made my day.

I can only imagine I'd be equally as stupid in a similar position

Former Fat Chick said...

Keep it REAL, sister, KEP IT REAL! aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, I laghed right off my rolling chair! hahaaaa

Simply Shannon said...

I suppose it could have been worse.
I could have said what I was actually thinking...

"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou...
Hey, what do you say we blow off the rest of these freaks I mean fans and go make beautiful babies in the back of your limo?"

Oh well. At least I have the consolation of knowing that he will NEVER, EVER remember me...which means there's always a second chance, right?

Lauren W said...

Awesome. Just, awesome. Though I don't know you, and have never graced your blog before today, after reading this, I am sure that you and I will be fabulous friends :D
I love it!

M said...

Ha! Very funny! :)

JSue said...

You crack me up. And what keeps bringing me back to your blog? Your name...it's SIMPLE (pun intended)

Kelli @ writing the waves said...

hahaha! I have a friend who was in love with Joey too. I'm sure she would have done the exact same thing. :)

Wendy said...

Too funny. I also thought he was the cutest of the NKOTB. Imagine freezing up over the Astros...yes, meeting the Houston Astros Baseball Team freaked me out...haha. Some of them were actually pretty cute though! :)

Melissa Wollman said...

hehehehe! Still chuckling about your "thanks for keeping it real"!!! LOL! Sorry, but it's just totally something that I would do too!

Don't worry, you haven't lost my respect for you, if anything, I have more respect for you now for being brave enough to tell your most embarassing story!

xxoo

Rachael said...

That is humiliating, but in a really awesome way. I can TOTALLY imagine how it felt at the time though. Eek. I totally get the starstruck though - I got my picture taken with Jamie Bamber of Battlestar Galactica then with James Marsters of Buffy and seriously... I was FREAKING OUT.

.MummaMac_2255 said...

just makes me love you more, i would have been just as bad actually worse, don't htink i could have otten the words out at all!!! that arm is divine. i watch that bppv all the time for that arm so totall understand :)

aussieNKOTBfan said...

Well, I guess your life has come full cirle now. Joe Mac now knows your name, who you are and HE tweets about you! Way to go!