I should mention the theme for the trip was "shit, I think I'm in the wrong lane." We were going to the New Year's Day concert, in Las Vegas. So we went down on New Years Eve and decided to go on a 'N Sync hunt. So we were driving down the strip in Vegas and Sus looks over and says "Look there's Lance's forehead" so I look over and sure enough there in the farthest lane from us is my Lancie-poo's spiky hair and forhead, looking out the window in a limo. So we tried to change lanes you know, to get a little closer, and (by the way there is a billion people driving in Vegas on New Years Eve) we can't get over. So we were stopped in front of the new hotel, the one with the dancing water. And we see Lance again looking out at the dancing water and Susie sees Joey's head too. Now all of a sudden we are in one of the "turn only" lanes and have to turn. So that is the end of our first stalking experience.
The next day we are on our way to the concert and get caught in the worst traffic of my life. It was taking 15 min. to go a block, No kidding. So we finally find Tropicana Ave. and turn, go the mile we are supposed to go and there's no Thomas and Mack center in site. So we stopped at a gas station and ask directions and find out Chris, my dip shit friend who gave us directions, gave us the wrong directions, You turn left off the strip not right.
The time is now 8:00 the concert starts at 8:00. So we finally get to the place, fing a place to park and as we are walking up to the stadium, we see their tour buses, we know they are nowhere near them but we take pictures and make asses of ourselves in front of the security guard. You know, give him a little chuckle.
So finally we go to our upper bowl shit seats, and a lady (who is very fat, ugly, and bitchy) starts to scream at us because her 6 and 8 year olds can't see. Well, I'm not in a very good mood, because there is a big pole right in the middle of our view. And my binoculars have lost one eye thing, and have been affectiontly named the "one eyed willy" So I have to turn around and kick her in her dick, and then trade her places. cuz I don't want to listen to her bitch.
So the concert was good, nothing spectacular. But Lance is even bablyier in person. That was the only thing keeping me from killing the girl behind me who must proclaim her love to Justin, over and over.
This is justin, can you tell? I told you we had really good seats.
Look at the teenybopper with her glow stick...we bought those things too. But I sure as hell wasn't waving mine around.
So tell me what to do now, when I want you back.
Now the concert is over, and we are trying, to get throught all the teenyboppers- not happening so I just started pushing and using my elbow. I don't want to listen anymore I am done hearing how Justin is SOOOOOOOO cute!! As we are making our way back to the car a notice that the buses are still there. So we make our way over to this group of 12 year olds this very stupid one is standing there right next to the little plastic baracade they have put up. I say push that thing over and can get closer to the buses. Well what do you think she has to say the chain is already unlocked, I'm just gonna wait till I see them then drop it. OK- this is the last straw-Susie goes balistic on the poor thing-starts screaming and yelling. To make a long story short the girl droped the chain everyone starts runing to this cement unloading ramp, with big walls one the sides. At the bottom of their is a little pipe. You had to climb up the wall and stand on this pipe to make your self tall enough to see over the 20 or so feet to see the boys tour bus below. You can imagine the mob scene at that wall, trying to get one of the few spots that you could see anything. I am proud to say, Sus and I both got up and weren't getting down untill saw out men, no matter how many teeny boppers scratched us. So we were waiting and waiting I swear I have never saw more teeny boppers, they are everywhere. Apparently you could go around the building and go above; that gives the little bitches more room to stare. About 20 minutes later Lance and Justin walk out, their manager (by the way he's a bastard) makes them go back in and so we wait some more, and about 10 minutes later, they drive out in a charter bus and drive away.
This is the damn charter bus, that's Susie's hand..oh and she almost had 'em...
Yes, we waited all that time for pretty much nothing I don't understand why they couldn't just walk the 20 feet to thier tour bus, give us all a little thrill. Not one single person could get to see them, unless you jumped over the wall, and the fall would have broken their neck so it they wouldn't have been able to hurt the poor wussy boys anyway.
So that is it- our big adventure. We are now making big plans for the Salt Lake City concert in April. I will touch Lance- oh yes I will!