No, I am Not a Stalker

Okay, well maybe just a little.

I recently revealed that I once met Justin Timberlake.  Now I will tell you the story of how that happened to occur.

So it was 2002.  Brooke's oldest was a baby, and I don't think I was pregnant yet.  *NSYNC was playing a concert that night at our local venue.

We happened to have a friend {who shall remain nameless} that was currently working at the Ritz Carlton and may have given us a little tip that a certain boy band might be staying at their hotel. 

So Brooke, her baby, her mom and I spent the rest of the day hanging out in the hotel lobby waiting for the boys to stroll through.  One at time, they began trickling through... Joey, that other one that no one remembers, and finally JT.

Somehow we talked Brooke into approaching him.  She asked if we could get a picture, and he said he couldn't do pictures, but he would sign anything we brought him.  Brooke came running back over to us and we madly sifted through our purses looking for things he could sign.  {No, we had not prepared ourselves for this little outing.}

As we walked back over to him the hotel staff approached us and very sternly scolded us, telling us we were not to bother their guests.  JT saw what was happening, said it was fine, and waved us over. 

He was super nice, way taller than I expected, and even more handsome.

Turns out that was the day that it hit the news that he and Brittany had broken up.  Had I known when we were talking, I would have offered a shoulder to cry on or something. 

I just remembered a funny thing that happened that night at the concert.  {Yes, I went to the concert.  I am that girl.}  I was sitting with my friend Kailynn, and we had pretty good seats.  We were just a few rows back from the stage.  To our right, there was a couple sitting in the front row of the side seats.  A few people started to approach them and we realized it was Corey Feldman and his wife.  Then we heard the girls next to us say, "Who's Corey Feldman?" in their very best valley girl accents.

It was at the moment that we realized that we were too old to be at an *NSYNC concert.  My stalking days were over. 

I have lots of other embarrassing celebrity sightings {I do live in Southern California} that I will tell you about someday.