Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Is That Your Tongue?

Never in my LIFE did I think Rick Springfield would say those words to me. And it's not some bad dream scene like from the opening of this season's Grey's. I was awake and fully functioning. Let me explain before you think I've gone all hoochie-mama on you.

I drove to Virginia Beach with the Rick Virgin (who SO has lost that name, but I need a new one, so that's it for now) to see Rick's concert. It was a girls' weekend (was it EVER!) and we booked our room at the Westin, right across the street from the concert venue. We knew there was a very good chance that Rick would be staying there, too. And thank the Good Lord Above, BINGO. Although the Pennsylvania Disaster of 2005 still rips at my heart, this SO TOTALLY MADE UP FOR IT. Because even though I can (and do) act like a jackass in front of my husband, I probably would not have taken it quite so far as I did with the Rick Virgin.

The concert was great. The Rick Virgin got her Working Class Dog album signed, I got my Success Hasn't Spoiled Me Yet album signed. We sang, we danced, we laughed. But after the show...

We went back to the hotel and hung out in the lobby. We knew at this point that Rick was staying at our hotel, so barring the sky falling or the Earth opening and sucking me up whole, I was not moving my Rick-loving butt from that lobby. He made a quick entry in then went on the elevator. We figured he'd come back down to hang out, as he's done at other shows (that I've only heard about because until this time, I didn't have the luck to be there). And come back down he did, just as I was talking to my husband on the phone. Then I promptly HUNG UP ON MY HUSBAND because HOLY &*%# - Rick Springfield is now 10 feet from me and I’m about to hang out with him!

I will now give you the progression of the evening and my interactions with Rick:

1st interaction - "Excuse me, Rick, I just hung up on my husband when you walked in here - can I get a picture with you?" He laughed and happily obliged - this was a polite exchange. I then asked, "Can I give you a kiss on the cheek?" I planted my lips on his cheek and he said, "Is that your tongue?" Silly Rick. I wish.

2nd interaction - So I have 2 albums and 1 CD signed by this guy, now what? My jeans! "Rick, can you sign my jeans?" His reply? "Are you going to take them off?" My reply, "Come to room ###." Don't worry, people. My husband knows about this. All in good fun. All in good fun. I then asked him, "Butt or thigh?" Rick responded, laughing, "Your choice!" I smiled and said, “Butt!” then happily gave him my right cheek to sign away on. I now have the most awesome designer jeans EVER.

3rd interaction - I realized that I have pics with Rick, Rick Virgin has pics with Rick, but we don't have any TOGETHER. Back to the bar we headed and I asked Rick for a threesome. Take your mind out of the gutter, readers. We are happily married women. That's 3 of us in the picture. He enjoyed my phrase. We got one very nice photo of the 3 of us, then we asked to give him a kiss on the cheek. His response? "You guys are cute!" How I am not dead at this point is beyond me.

4th interaction - Rick Virgin and I laughed earlier in the day that it could be dangerous for the 2 of us to be left unsupervised all weekend and that we could come home with tattoos. I had the idea to get a Rick tattoo - a Sharpie tattoo done by Rick himself! Back to the bar (in between all these interactions, we would go to the lobby, hang out and laugh) for what is probably the best one yet.

"Rick, can you give us a tattoo? Can you write R I on me and C K on my friend?” He laughed again, and said he wasn’t sure how to do that because that’s not how he signs his name. I explained to him that we just wanted the letters so when we stood together we could spell his name. I’m guessing this was a first for him based on his reaction and almost inability to simply write letters from the alphabet, but we all had a good laugh and got a great picture afterwards of our “tattoos!” When I told my husband, he asked if we got the picture of our lower backs (yes, it's a "tramp stamp!") WITH RICK. UGH! No, I didn’t think of that!

Final interaction – Rick Virgin and I were sitting in the lobby enjoying the scene and cracking up about the evening’s events. Rick walked out of the bar and through the lobby right past us. The Rick Virgin and I said, “Good Night, Rick!” He looked at us and smiled. Then he turned back again. Because he THINKS WE’RE CUTE.

7 comments:

lynn said...

What a night! Sounds like you had a really fun time. Your pics below are super!

Tamara said...

Okay, I SO was standing right next to you when you got your jeans signed! I heard every word of that conversation! How wacky is that? Well, it was nice to not meet you in person! (haha)

In (Not So) Perfect Balance said...

I really hope that he used permanent marker when he signed your jeans!! Love the humor and pics!

MB

Aim said...

that is the best story I've heard all day! And how do you come down off of the "Rick Springfield thinks I'm cute" high? Your pix are great. thanks for sharing them.

youarekiddingme said...

In (not so) perfect balance - I absolutely used a permanent marker and those jeans are neatly folded never to put put on again (except maybe at the next concert so I can get the other cheek signed! hahaha!) Don't want that signature to wear off!

youarekiddingme said...

Aim - that's a high that I might just never come down from! What an absolutely blissful night!

TheBirdman33 said...

That is a fun story! I am going to take your husband to meet Jenna Jameson at a bar, sound good?

=)