The Meet and Greet was fun. All they guys were in silly moods as evidenced by their silly between song banter during the show.
At first we were told that there was only going to be a few people for a quick M&G because of the Lion King show still going on. Phil was going to let us say "hi" quickly, then they would leave. But evidently someone got their signals crossed and the table was set up downstairs and a line was already forming. The best laid plans, right?
Anyway, so the guys finally made it out. Several of us (Krik, me, Coleen, Scott, Boge, Susan, Suzi, Wanda, etc.) were kind of just standing around at first, waiting for the line to die down. I was wandering around taking pictures (big surprise, huh?). Some lady was behind me when I yelled to Krik for "more film". She laughed at how fast we were able to get the old roll out and the new one in. I told her, "Yeah, we can reload faster than a military dude reloads his sniper rifle." Practice makes perfect.
So I continue working for the "ultimate" pic. George noticed and nudged Jeff. "Smile", he said. Jeff: "Oh the paparazzi are here," And I said, "Yeah, with the "stalker" camera (as Jeff knows we call it)" And smiled such a darlin' smile. Me (loud enough for Jeff to hear): "Aw, how sweet." George meanwhile can't seem to keep his tongue in his mouth. I've noticed that in several pics. Is he doing it on purpose? Who knows?
We get to Kev first and I hand him the now infamous "nipple/blackmail" pic. Kev: "OOh, I'm bad." Me: "Not as innocent as you first appear. *Kev and El laugh* We named a drink after you." Kev: "What's in it? Milk?" Riiiight. That's it, Kev. Milk.
It's becoming habit for any one of Da Boyz to now refer to me as "Hey, Mo" which I LOVE! So I guess that's my lot in life. Okay, so it could be worse, right? RIGHT?
Krik commandeers the camera for a bit and naturally, begins to take pics of Jeff. Of course, he sees her and says, "You want some "stop-action" shots?" and starts mugging for the camera. Me: "Work it baby. Work it." Then *gasp!* Jeff makes a "kissy face" for Krik! OMG! Does he not realize that I have to ride HOME with this woman? Does he not know what puckering those gorgeous lips at Krik will do to her? To ME? Stop it! Bad Jeff! Bad! Do it again!
Finally we've made it to Scott and again, I get "Hey Mo". That face. That darlin', sweet, gorgeous face...but I digress. We start talking to Scott and he said they had stayed at the Days Inn the night before and noticed the signs on my car. "So we knew you were there too." Then he asked where we'd stayed the night before. We told him he didn't really want to know. Scott: "OOh. Did you stay in that trashy (he didn't say trashy, but we can't remember what word he used. But it WAS trashy) motel?" Me: "We had to. There were no rooms anywhere else." Then we told him about "1111111 Boy" (the drunk dude) and that he was arrested for running around the motel, yelling racial epithets in the middle of the night. Ugh. Creep. And Krik, of course has to stick her cute widdle nose in things and OPENED the FRIGGIN' door to see what he was doing. Hellooo? Scott's like: "Oh my God! Be careful!" Then he asked us where we ate the night before. We told him that we'd seen him at Applebees but he didn't see us. He was exhausted and we saw him swaying while watching the game. Scott: "What did you eat?" We told him we'd shared an appetizer sampler thingy. Scott: "I had this awesome chicken sandwich. It was SO good. You should try it next time." You know what? I will! Then Scott asked what time we were leaving in the morning for Henderson. I told him, "It's hard to get Krik out of bed. She walks to the bathroom like this: (imitating sleep/zombie/grumpy Krik). Scott laughed.
We wandered back around to El and he mentioned my mistake on the sign for DDI. I told him, "Oh, I didn't know. I thought you were saying, "Don't". He was laughing and saying, "So here I am TRYING to sing "quit" and READING "Don't". That's hard. You were messing me up. But he was laughing as he said it so I guess he wasn't mad. *G* I asked him if his leg was any better, since he'd looked so tired and uncomfortable at Applebees the night before. He assured me that he was feeling much better, then almost apologized, in a way for being so tired the night before: "I was just really, really tired last night." Does he really THINK he has to apologize? He gave us one HELL of a show! No apologies necessary. Gotta love that sweet boy.
By then, Phil was letting us know that it was time for Da Boyz to leave.
I go up to Kev to say goodbye and before I can get a word out, he's hugging me and saying, "Thanks so much for the card you gave me yesterday. That was absolutely beautiful." I said, "I had a great subject." OMG, that face!
Hugged George and got his usual "Uh, uh, uh". Wow.
El looked so sweet standing there with his crutch, I asked if I could have a hug. "Sure!" he said. Of course it was an awkward hug because of the crutch but I was being VERY careful. Krik: "Be careful." Me: "I know. Don't break the "El". And I didn't. Break him, that is. Said goodbye to Scott and he hugged and wished us a safe trip to the next show, also again thanking me for the card, commenting on how talented I was yet again. *sigh* To hear that from SCOTT, whom I consider to be one of the most (if not THE most) talented songwriters today.
After Da Boyz left we (Me, Krik, Coleen, and Scott (baby boy) were walking to the lower (or upper?)level parking lot. We got to the elevators and who should get off? George! We think he'd been peeking in at the Lion King show. But he did his little finger wiggle thingy, "Bye, bye, girls. And guy." *G* Anyway, by this time, Scott had decided that he was going to stay over with us instead of driving home and coming back tomorrow. Well we kinda decided FOR him, but he agreed it was best. He was excited because he'd told Kev that he needed to hit the "high A" on "Change in My Life" and Kev said he would. We ate at some place, can't remember the name. But when we got back to the motel, we had to "sneak" Scott in. The sign outside said, "One SMALL pet allowed" so Coleen tells Scott: "Slouch down". When we get inside, we all get the giggles and Scott goes, "Be vewy quiet. We'we hunting wabbits." He's so cute! So ends another great night with the 'Pella!
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