Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Idolness equals happiness

Every year there is one day. One glorious, happy day in which my obsession and love for the phenomenon that is American Idol is accepted, celebrated, matched and even dwarfed by the mania of others.

American Idol Live Tour.

This year it fell on a beautiful, balmy Tuesday. I packed a cooler full of drinks and bags with snacks and my girls and I set off for the E-Center to wait for the arrival of the idols. After about two hours they drove in on buses. We could see them through tiny windows waving at the fifty or so women and children gathered and screaming their names. Any sign of Adam? Not yet, but I am hoping and praying for a glimpse of my gothic glam rock icon.

Waiting so patiently for someone, anyone to emerge...



Finally, after another hour or so of killing time and making friends with the ladies beside us adorning Adam inspired t-shirts and blue streaks in their hair (seriously, there are many who are FAR more fanatical than I), out strolled Michael Sarver and Matt Giraud!




Both were extemely gracious, charming and cute, cute, cute! They posed for numerous photos, even threw in some hugs and high fives.

Danny Gokey was next and his sighting was signaled by ear piercing shieks and declarations of love and affection.




He is one hot preacher man in person! Super kind, very genuine as well.

The crowd was treated to one more pre-show idol...Scott Macintyre who was every bit as sweet and witty as he was on the idol stage!



Alas, no Adam. I'll just have to wait til tonight...

...and what a night it was!!!



I reminded over and over and over again why I love American Idol more than anything else on the planet!

The talent, the stage presence, the music, the variety, the energy...







and Adam... beautiful, fantastically creative, mesmerizing Adam!

He rocked the stage, stole the show and killed every song, from Led Zeplin to David Bowie.





Dressed head to toe in black leather, silver chains dangling from his neck, hair spiked in a perfectly rockesque fashion he danced and screamed, as we danced and screamed even louder. He was sexy and raw, uninhibited and captivating!

Yes. I know he's gay.

I'm married.

So what.

I'd still take him home.

Who wouldn't?

After the un-be-liev-able show we hastily made our way to the back of the venue and scooted and shoved our way to the front of the crowd (one must not be courteous in any way when it comes to getting up close and personal with the idols...).




The entire group made an appearance one by one, signing autographs, and posing for pictures. Adam was surrounded by security, so I was not able to grab a hold of him like I had planned...but I will forever cherish the memory of our short, but touching conversation...

me: (shrill, shrieking, crazed, manic sounding) "I LOVE YOU ADAM!!!"

Adam: (subdued, soft response with just the tiniest hint of a lysp) "thanks, I love you too..." (accompanied by a sweet little multi-fingered wave).





Truly...the happiest place on earth, and the most wonderful day of the year!