Who gets to spend a day in LA at an American Idol taping?
Cool kids do.
I LOVE IT!!!
Did we spend hours sitting on the sidewalk in our dorky matching TOMS? (Unplanned, promise!)
Without chairs? (Oops.)
Getting super tan? (a.k.a. sunburned.)
Waiting for the Sprinkles truck to drive by? (It didn't.)
Did Amy use her mad Cricut skillz to make hilarious signs? (Thanks for all of the ideas!)
Did they confiscate our phones and cameras before we were allowed in the studio? (Hello! I have a blog to write!)
Yes. Yes and yes.
Every single minute, even the ones where we were totally MELTING, or had to use the port-a-potties, or when I broke down and bought a diet coke from the vending machine, was crazy, silly, giddy, fun.
But in actuality, the fun hadn't even really started yet.
After the crowd warmer up guy did his thing (we won a free McFlurry for being the rowdiest section) the show started. Ex to the cit to the ing.
Seriosuly. How HAWT is J. Lo?
Want to know a secret?
She has a full time hair petter.
Didn't know that was a job did you?
During every single commercial break, (which are four minutes long by the way, I had no idea how much time our DVR save us. Crazy!) this guy would come out and smooth and pet her hair. Not kidding. For four minutes. Can you imagine his resume?
2011-2013 Personal Hair Petter for Jennifer Lopez
How can I get him to come work for me? Because I have some major FRIZZ to deal with up in this place.
If by chance you were looking for us or our signs in the audience, no such luck. We were above and behind the stage. Perfect for a 360º view. Not so perfect for this shorty girl to get any airtime.
But my arm, one eyeball and forehead had their primetime debut during James Durban's song.
The song where they made us rock out with our fists in the air. Not kidding.
The stage manager gave us lessons during a commercial.
J Lo got her hair petted and we were taught how to be rockers.
But the best, best, best part of all was the most unexpected.
After leaving the studio, walking all the way to The Grove, looking for someplace to eat, bummed that the Nordstrom's didn't have a cafe (rich people problems), we decided instead to grab something on the way home.
As we exited the Grove I spotted Casey's parent's.
For reals, yo.
I whispered to Amy
"There's Casey's parents." as I stealthily pointed them out.
She answered, "lets give them our signs!"
To which I retorted "NO!!!!!"
To which cooler-than-me Julie said "YES!!!!!"
As they walked over and started talking to them.
I was dying.
Cooler Julie asked if we could get a picture with them.
They kindly obliged.
They were so sweet and excited about the signs.
I offered to take the picture.
Obviously. Because I was DYING!!!!
But Cooler Julie gave her camera to a random dude and forced me to be in the pic.
Dying that Mr. Abrams is holding a sign that says YUMMY!
Dying that this is really happening.
Dying that I stammered out to his mom "thanks for raising him on Jazz."
Superdork. Party of one.
But that is why I like them. Because they are quirky and silly and different. Because they raised a musician with a passion for MUSIC, not just singing. Because they raised him on Jazz. Because they were excited about our silly signs.
My coolest celebrity encounter to date.