This year, I've decided to rehatch something I'm both proud and even a little geeky over:
It was fall 2007, my last year at San Diego State University, and I had a tough decision to make: either go to my Broadcast Journalism class and be guaranteed an A (the professor was big on attendance), or skip class to go to a Lance Bass book signing. Looking back, I chose the enlightened path.
After a short road trip to Los Angeles we came upon The Grove, to the Barnes and Noble where Lance would show up. To even get into the event, I was forced to buy Lance's book, the oh-so-cleverly titled Out of Sync, a memoir about his journey coming out of the closet. Not the most mind-blowing writing, but I digress...
The crowd was an amusing blend of old *NSYNC fans and gay supporters; thus, the estrogen was high in this place. And then, Lance emerged, accompanied by shrieks and my dear friend Ali hyperventalating in the background (Lance was always her absolute favorite, give the girl a break).
Ali had practiced a whole speech, in where she would calmly and aloofly express her deep admiration for her favorite *NSYNCER, but all that came out of her mouth was, "I love you, canihavahug?"
Heh. I still joke with Ali about that day.Was meeting Lance bass worth the B in my journalism class? YES!
Here's to another year of embarrassing, blog-worthy moments...