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Oct 22 04 10:37 AM
Quote:Charlotte/Raleigh Recap-ish Thing
Well, gee. Where do I begin? At the beginning, I guess. I really should have taken notes, as I will surely miss a lot.
The weekend started with this brilliant statement from Brandilyne: "Be careful when you first walk into my *pause* *pause* *pause* *still pausing*...umm...what's the word I'm looking for?" The only word I could think of was "house" but I didn't want to insult her by making that suggestion, as that is certainly not a word that would escape her. She continued... "umm...*pause* *pause*...umm...house." After spraying her car with the not-yet-swallowed Diet Pepsi she so thoughtfully had waiting for me when she picked me up, I had the first of a jillion laugh-until-my-sides-were-in-agony episodes of the weekend, then teased her relentlessly.
For those of you who don't know me, here's a warning: If you're at all sensitive, don't ever @#%$ up around me. I'm not too polite to laugh at you and tell as many people as I can about it, I will never forget it, and I will use any opportunity to bring it up when I can. I'll create my own opportunities if I have to.
Anyway, Brandi has the most adorable umm... *pause*... umm...*pause*... you know what I mean... umm... *pause*... umm... house. When you walk in, you step into a little bit of Heaven right here on Earth, as her computer room is wallpapered in Clay. She wanted to give me the tour of her entire (I'm not going to go through that whole thing every time, but just know that I'm making fun of her) house, but I really just wanted to stay right where I was. I actually wanted to sleep in there, but she wouldn't let me. I think she got a little nervous when I dug my batteries out of my carry-on. (They were for my camera, people. Perverts!)
Oh, dear. If I recap at this pace, this will end up being 10 pages long. Let me try the bulleted approach.
Things I learned this weekend:
* Even if you're actually talking about a dog, it really is fun to say, "Oooh! Aiken is sleeping on top of me tonight!"
* If you plan to take pictures, you should really take your camera out of the glove compartment sometime before you're on your way to the airport to fly home.
* Clay Aiken is one sexy mofo. Yeah, I knew that already, but it was confirmed over and over again over the course of the weekend. Funny sexy, dorky sexy, snarky sexy, drop-dead sexy, one-quick-look-that-makes-you-audibly-moan sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. *moan*
* There is no such person as Jude. At least I didn't meet her. I spent time with someone who looks a lot like her, but let me tell you, it was all Rude, and I love her so.
* ebird gives great party, great hospitality, and is as beautiful and hilarious as you think she is. Unless you don't think she's beautiful and hilarious, in which case you really need to have your senses checked.
* Mama ebird is the coolest mom this side of donnamom.
* If some guy pulls up beside you and offers you a ride to the Clay Aiken concert, feel free to get in. It's just the Ydlefan shuttle giving rides to random strangers, and he's awesome.
* Loudly singing "Uncle F*ckah" on road trips never gets old.
* finyanga's directional instincts are much better than her actual map-reading skills.
* bluedawg likes to pretend she's me pretending to be her yelling "I'm bluedawwwwwwg! I'm the most awesome dawwwg in the world!" during cellstreams. Weird.
* If you ever slop food or drink on your shirt before a Clay concert, find Claycub. She can't help with the stain, but she'll likely have slopped her shirt too, so at least you won't feel so alone.
* aurorabee can eat deep-fried Twinkies and Snickers bars, and still have a hot bod. Bitch. I love you!
* People fall a lot when I'm not around, and that pisses me off, as I'd really prefer to witness it so I can laugh at them in real time.
* There are some scary-ass Clay fans in the world, and they always seem to sit near me.
* I @#%$ hate people who go to concerts then bitch about having to stand up. If you want floor seats, you sure as hell better be prepared to stand. If you don't want to stand, get seats high up on the side and shut the hell up about it.
* If, at a Clay concert, you take a moment to turn your head to watch and make fun of the crazy bitch sitting next to bluedawg, you just may miss seeing Clay humping on Angela. *sob*
* goatlady really loves Pop Tarts.
* Snix is a wickedly evil beeyotch and I love her.
* Panty Queen says what she means, means what she says, and makes you laugh while she's saying it.
* SisterLove really wants to @#%$ Clay.
* Theresa4624 never leaves the smoking section.
* You can go to 2, 4, 8, or 16 Clay concerts in the same day and it will never get old.
* A quick glimpse of lots of belly skin will make your knees week.
* This song (right click and save) was written for Clay.
* When Clay asked who attended both Raleigh shows, I screamed. When he chastised those who attended both shows, I screamed. Oooh yeah, baby. Discipline me, Clay!
* When Clay asked, "Who's from out of town?" I screamed. When Clay asked, "Who's from Raleigh?" I screamed again. If he had asked, "Who here has a sebaceous cyst?" I'm pretty sure I would have screamed.
* Holy @#%$, I really @#%$ love Clay Aiken.
* I didn't get to talk nearly as much with DanieP80, Oldmoviegal, magnoliafan, xfileluv, Michifan4Clay, abbyharp, Salamander, Qoatg, Churchmouse, spotlightlover, Totoro and couchtomato as I would like to have.
* I know there are others who made me laugh who I should mention and I hate that they have escaped my sleep-deprived brain at the moment.
* I met countless other wonderful CHers just briefly and others I didn't get a chance to meet at all, and I'm disappointed that we didn't have a chance to talk more. Hopefully next time!
* There really are some witty, wonderful people here at the Clack... umm...*pause* *more pausing*...umm...House.
Oct 22 04 10:43 AM
Monday it was time to head to the NC State Fair and see Clay for the final two shows of NaT. Afternoon showâ¦let me just sayâ¦this show was my least favorite concert. Clay was fineâ¦but the venue being so well lit by the light streaming through the windows sucked the anticipation and excitement out of it. Then add this extremely nasty ass woman sitting in front me to that list and all I can sayâ¦it couldnât end fast enough for me! Blech! I was sitting on the right side this time and really lucked out due to a mix up in the seat numbering on the part of the venue people and was 2 seats in from the aisle. Great seatsâ¦and I was excited until these 3 people in front of me showed up with a bunch of signs. I hate signs more than I hate blinky lights. So the concert starts and I already can sense that itâs not going to be my favorite concert because I wasnât feelinâ itâ¦too bright, no sense of thrill. *Sigh* Right away the chickies in front of us hold up their signs. I figure Iâll cut âem some slack until after WYSYLM and then thatâs it. Of the 3 of them, one was very conscious of not blocking our view too long with the sign, the young one was following the third ones lead and the third one was obnoxious as all get out. When it came time for WSYLM contest (which I hope does NOT get resurrected in any way, shape or form the next tour!) this broad does something that totally squicked me out! She loosens her belt, tugs her jeans down on her hips, reaches in and gets the straps of her red thong (a Clay special no doubt) and pulls them up on each side so theyâre visible and then jumps up on her chair and proceeds to shake her bon bon all over the place! Now if that was not disgusting enoughâ¦she has this little tshirt on and I got to watch her flabby ass belly jiggle! I swear I threw up a little in my mouth and Iâm scarred for life. Ewwwww! I wanted to bleach my eyeballs. Thankfully Clay never seemed to pay one bit of attention to her, definitely not from lack of trying to get his attention on her part. She never, evah stopped trying for one minute during the entire concert. She was in and out of her seat, trotting down to the front to take pictures, only to be sent back to her seat, 5 seconds later, down the aisle again sheâd goâ¦the entire gosh darn concert! When she did stay put for more than a minute she was waving and holding up her stoopid signs! The people in the row behind me came up and told her once to put her signs down and she did keep them down at least face level for the most part after that. She was terribly distracting to me through the whole show and I told my seat mate Goatlady that I was really struggling to keep my inner bitch under control because I wanted to deck that ding bat. It wasnât until I pointed her out to someone after the show did I learn that I had had my first in person encounter with the Busbolter. God willing my last.
I was glad when the afternoon show came to an end. The evening show was great. I really enjoyed it. The atmosphere was the way I learned to expect Clay concerts to be. Electric. My heart melted watching him interact with little Brianna. He shows such tenderness with children. I was sad at the end to know that this was the last opportunity Iâd get to see him live until the JNT in December. But no tearsâ¦just a little misty eyed.
After the concert it was time to head to Jillianâs for the final CH blow out of the weekend. It was a great time! Jillianâs staff treated us very well, the party room with pool tables was great and the food was also good. The get together came to an end far too soon and it was with great sadness that we all headed to our respective resting places for the night to get some rest and make our way to our homes. I hated for this to be over.
Just a few random thoughts from the NC weekend: I have come to the conclusion that SisterLove is the ideal mate for Clay. She has a wicked sense of humor, her timing and delivery of snark will make for a helluva a lot of fun and laughter! She had me cracking up from the moment I met till the moment we said goodbye! Take care of them babies! Qoatg has purdy hair! Tweelers needs to post more cause sheâs one funny gal! northernghost still looks like Willow *g* Fruit does exsist! *waves* Snix gets lost even when Iâm not around! Mr.Musicmama makes goooood beer! Musicmama makes cakes to die for! Brandiâs cookies are da bomb! Thanx! Theresa4624 loves NC cigarette prices! My girl ToffeeBrown has a beautiful smile and loves dissinâ on âdembitches! CynicalOne gives good rollercoaster cellcert! Clavia gives some of the bestest hugs! Clackhousers are the greatest people around! Oh yeahâ¦Me no likey NC BBQ, but I lurve Sweet Tea! No tickets this time in Mt. Airy makes PQ one happy, happy meer! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Oct 22 04 10:46 AM
Quote:Okay, this recap is going to be all over the placeâ¦because I am just blanking out whenever I think of this weekend. Way too much fun, and way too much activity. I guess Iâll make a list or something. It involves less thought and a lot less snark.
Going away for the weekend to attend 3 concerts all around NC, no matter what anyone says----is not a vacation! Laying about on a beach, with your feet up, sipping fruity drinks and reading a book is a vacation. Being a Clay groupie is workâ¦hard work people! It involves long hours, with little sleep and plenty of foods that irritate your stomachâ¦.or all the good stuff really, when I think about it. Sigh. It involves learning to read maps and driving around town without getting lostâ¦which I donât think on any of my trip we were ever able to accomplish. It then takes days to recover from all of this activity. Iâm a couch potato and homebodyâ¦and wellâ¦just plain lazy yaâllâ¦my body is not used to all this moving about. Here is an outline of the activities.:
5am: wake up and get ready to head to airport. Eat 3 hard, and tiny cookies and a drink provided by airlines as breakfast. Oh joy, my stomach is already displeased. It doesnât like change.
8am-10am; Leave Atlanta and arrive in Raleigh. Meet meers and plan out next move as our ride is delayed by at least 2 hours. Bush is at airport. Delays all flights.
10am-12: drive towards Charlotte in last minute Rent a car. Stop for food as we are about to pass out. Shop a bit while we are at it.
12-3: More driving. Find out alternate route to Charlotte is longer. Get lost. Get found. Arrive at hotel. Plan to sleep for an hour as I am dead tired.
3-4pm: Wait for room at ghetto hotel that has no towels and the people are only now cleaning the rooms. Listening in as Meers get snippy with hotel workers about various lacking amenities.
5-6pm: Play phone tag with Hertz trying to find out how we will return last minute car. Our ride with meers finally arrive at hotel. We EEE and chat...then get ready to go eat. Before show. Get no nap.
6-7pm: Eat and EEE and talk smack. Good times.
7-8pm: trying to get into parking lot and pre-show chatting , EEEing and hugging. I am not a huggerâ¦but I tried my best.
8-10pm: watch concert where there is much screaming and yellingâ¦by other peopleâ¦not me of course. *g* Lose voice. Clay look good. Sing pretty.
10pm - 12am: After glow party. Meet some meers, eat lots of cheese and cookies. Drink lots of soda. More hugging and EEEing. Fun is had.
12am-3am: Hang out with in hotel room with more Clay fans. Talk smack. Good times. Head start to spin from lack of sleep. Body is displeased with me.
3am-4am: Sleep. Ah, this is greatâ¦.
4am-5am: Wake up because stomach in now getting revenge for the days bad treatment.
5am-6am: toss and turn from stomach ache and artic weather from air conditioning. Smoke lingering in room is bugging me. Dust allergies start to flair up. Get up and take pills and use nasal spray. Good times.
6am-7am: Nap, preset alarm from cell phone goes off. Time for me to go to work...oh waitâ¦dammit! Turn off alarm.
7am-8am: preset alarm from cell phone goes off. Iâm late for work!...Waitâ¦dammit! Turn off alarm.
8am-9am: fitful sleep.
10am-11am: wake up for the day and prepare for 2 hour trip back to Raleigh for pig pickin. Play phone tag with Hertz again.
11am-12: Drop off Hertz car at Charlotte airport after stopping for Gas. Eat Krispy Kreme and water for breakfast on way to Ebirdâs. Stomach now banging head against wall.
12-2:30pm: driving, more driving. Get lost. More driving. Stop at Mc Donalds to get some fries and apple pies before headed to Ebirdâs because we are starving and don't think we'll make it.
2:30 to 4:30: Pig pickin. Eat, chat, EEE, gossip, take lots of pictures and have a great time. Almost fall asleep in plate.
4:30 to 5pm: driving, drive some more. Get lost. Get found.
5pm -6pm: check into hotel. Relax for a minute. Chat, EEE. Get ready for Klo.
6pm â 7:30pm: Walk to Klo concertâ¦great hotel location BTW. Meet meers EEEE and chat.
7:30 -9:30: Klo concert! Sheâs fabulous. Clay is there, white man dancing. I get annoyed at some tacky behavior, complain bitterly t oall who will listen without rolling their eyes. Concert over and a good time was had.
9:30 to 11pm: Eat and drink at restaurant with Meers. Snark on various celebrities. Good times. Dead tired. Head back to hotel
12am to 1:30 am: Sit up with Toffee and Couch chatting. Start to fall asleep in middle of conversation.
1:30am to 10am: A whoohoo SLEEP!
10am to 11am: Wake with stomach throwing another fit: Donât eat chicken fingers past 10pm----I'm delicate!---it screams. Dammit. Walk around in jammies looking ragged and chatting with roommates over tea. Look at local news for any word on Clay. Not much. News people are very perky though.
11am-12pm: More sitting around chatting. Wave good bye to Meers going to 3pm show as they go off to eat lunch.
12pm -1pm: Watch music videos and chat with Toffee as we sit about in our jammies. Ah, laziness never gets the credit it deserves.
1pm-2pm: Watch All my Children. Watch Toffee talk smack to TV.
2pm-3pm: Watch As The World Turns/One Life to Live. Watch Toffee talk smack to TV. Bond over our Todd and Tea love of past. Discuss the intricacies of the Todd and Blair relationship.
3pm-4pm: Start getting ready to venture out to Fair. Watch General Hospital. Watch Toffee talk smack to TV. *g* Discuss all of Sonnyâs dead babies. Why do Soaps like killing babies so much?
4pm-7:30pm: Enjoy fair. Eat hot dogs, candy apples (my first one! It was very sweet *g*.) and chat. People watch. Pay 1 dollar to look at snake girlâ¦I was creeped outâ¦hate freak showsâ¦butâ¦so fake. Ridiculously fake. Snake girl looked bored.
7:30 to 10pm: Met more Meers. Chat. Have an incident with some Clay fan beyotch before concert begins. Roll eyes at beyotch. Whatever. There are some real bitches in this fandom let me tell you------maybe thatâs why we all get along so well. *g*. Concert begins. My boyfriend is the bestest. Stare at Clay from 4th row with binoculars (he has good poresâ¦and not many nose hairs *g*) while Toffee EEEâs like the besotted fangirl she knows she is: âHeâs gorgeous!â, âLook at those jeans!â âHeâs so cute!â She is all about the VOX though. *g*. And these are the tamer comments. *Ahem*
10pm-12am: Back to hotel. Chat. EEE, what clack. Almost get convinced to go to after party. Resist. CH had good enablers. *g*. Pack go to sleep.
4am: Wake up! Chat with man at front desk while waiting for taxi. He does not ask what you were there for and starts talking to me like I'm an old friend. Ask me what I've been up too since the last time he saw me. He remembers me from my last trip to Raleigh during the IT tour and I was in a similar situation with him during the early hours of the morning. Tells me next time I come to see Clay Aiken ask for him and heâll take care of all my taxi needs. Feel a slight tinge of shame for my sad state of fangirliness--- that strangers in hotels remember me months later and know exactly what I am doing there. Brush the shame off and take down his nameâ¦.cause I know Iâll be back *g*
7am: arrive in Atlanta. Jump in car and head home to go straight to work.
Thus ended my weekend. Even with all of thisâ¦I almost did not want it to end. Good times.
This is a sad little recapâ¦but itâs the best I could do. I still feel sleepy.
One conclusion I came to during this trip though:.
I am a total groupie (but one with standards dammit, no backup singers and roadies... and personal assistants (though Nick is quite the cutie who said Hi and smiled at me in Raleigh as I walked by him escorting someone to their seatâ¦we have a connection now *g*) I aim for the top *g*). If Clay were to start hoing aboutâ¦umâ¦.Iâd be on him like a glue.*g*. Iâll just admit it. No, would not be a word in my vocabulary. I should feel the shameâ¦the burning shameâ¦â¦.yeah okay, whatever! BWAH! Call me Clay. Itâs okay if you donât respect me in the morning. Iâll live. *winks* *g* Sadly this will never happenâ¦as Clay would not respect himself in the morningâ¦..so I am saved another day from skankhodom. That, Clayâ¦always looking out for his fans. Okay Clay, weâll just hold handsâ¦and do some heavy petting. Iâm all about the compromise*g*.
Oct 22 04 12:19 PM
What I'm sure is the last Raleighite checking in . . .
How do I sum up 72 of the longest and yet shortest hours of my life? I drove (with my mother!) from eastern Indiana to Raleigh on Sunday. Took not quite 12 hours. Would have taken less if it weren't for the three inexplicable traffic slowdowns between Winston-Salem and Raleigh. OK, really only two of them were without explanation. The third one involved a very charred car next to the highway. Anyway . . .
We get to the lovely Best Western on Glenwood Ave. We knew we were in the right city when outside the hotel office was a loudly decorated van covered with Clay pics, etc. Raleigh is a pretty city and I now understand the "small town feeling" while it isn't a small town. It also has LOTS of trees and none of the streets seem to meet at right angles. Thank goodness I had a good map.
Very late that night we discovered that the North Carolina Museum of History is not open on Mondays. Booooooooo. The ever-observant WITK pointed this out to me from the info I'd printed out and brought along, but apparently never read!! So, now what? Luckily, WITK called the museum the next morning to discover that yes, the museum is closed, but the lobby and gift shop are open -- and the Clay display is in the lobby!!!! Yay!!
So after dropping one of our cars off at the fairgrounds (don't ask, it's a long story involving afterparties and moms), we made our way down to the museum. Just inside the door we spot our destination. As we approach, the very nice man at the information desk informs us that there is a $2 charge to take pictures of the display of Clay's clothes. He was nice and just joking, but I told him if he could enforce that he could make a mint. We eeeeeee'd for a bit and took some very innocent pictures and were on our way.
We attempted to have a southern lunch at the cafeteria in the basement of the legislative building. Well, everyone else did. I, otoh, lost a crown mid-meal and spent the rest of my trip trying to eat things that didn't involve chewing. :-( Not fun. At least I wasn't in pain.
After lunch, we headed back to the fair via the shuttle bus. After a frightfully long wait, A BUS (not necessarily the one we were waiting for, but at that point we'd take any bus that came along) came by and we made it to Dorton in time for the 3 p.m. show. WITK mom had waved her extra afternoon tix in front of me one too many times and I succumb to the temptation. I hadn't planned to go to the afternoon show, but I did. Mom and I agreed that the atmosphere just wasn't there with all of the daylight. Dorton Arena sure has a lot of windows. *g*
It was fun, however, sitting in Section 5 North, Row R and watching the crowd and all of the little things. Hey, I couldn't really see CLAY, so I had to watch something, right? I was even at a bad angle to see the jumbotrons. So, instead I watched things like Jerome and Nick during the picking of the dancer and the singer trying to calm herself before going out on stage. I saw Faye come out and take her seat beside the stage, behind the barricades. I'm also pretty sure I saw the little girl who sang during the evening show auditioning for Jerome during (or before, I can't remember) the afternoon show. The afternoon show was fun, but just an appetizer.
Then we set out to see some of the fair. And eat. Well, everyone else ate FOOD. I had a snowcone. :-(
Did anyone else see the booth were you could PAY $2 to milk a cow? We thought that was pretty funny. Poor cow.
Then it was back to Dorton for the main course. Mom and I in the front row. At first I thought the 10 foot wide walkway between the front row and the stage was nice. It meant that I didn't have to look up Clay's nose. Then after seeing the people who crowded into that area during the afternoon show NOT leave after the dance contest, I wasn't so sure. I threatened to karate chop anyone who got in front of me for an extended period of time. I didn't care if they stood there during the dance contest because I wasn't trying to win that and I had no problem with those who were getting their chance. But after that??!!! Get your butt back to your seat!! I think the "security" (and I use that term loosely -- are two elderly men in red NC State Fair polo shirts really considered "security"?) learned a lesson from the afternoon show and were much more vigilant in getting people shooed back to their seats after the dance contest at the night show. For that, I thank them.
Highlights of the night show for me (in no particular order):
*The little girl singer was sooooo cute and Clay was so cute with her. Her mom jumped up and down in triumph when the little girl finished. And also Clay for telling S'Von after she was done that she was right on time and he (S'Von) needed to keep up. Hee.
*Talking to the woman sitting to my right who (I got the impression) thought she'd come from a far distance to the concert. She was from near Asheville. When I told her I was from Indiana, she was a little surprised. *g*
*Pretty much anytime he stood right in front of me. I mean I've had decent seats before -- 6th, 7th rows, etc. But up close? With no one else between me and the stage? He really is blindingly beautiful. But you all already knew that, right? I mean I knew it, but I didn't KNOW it. You know? *sigh*
As for the comments about out of towners stealing tix out from under locals . . . you know, I can usually spot a Clay-foot-in-mouth moment a mile away. I usually say to myself "Oh, now people are going to be upset about that." This one didn't even register with me. Everyone has the right to be offended or upset if that is how they feel and in retrospect I understand where that comes from, but in the moment it didn't strike me that way at all. Maybe if he hadn't summed it all up by saying "I'm glad you're all here. Come to THREE shows if you want." I might have been a little offended, but those comments made it perfectly fine with me. Of course, it never occurred to me to think that he was "showing off" for the home town folks either by pointing out how many out-of-towners were there either. That's a possibility too. I just don't think about these things that much, I guess. Of course maybe I was just in too much of a front row stupor to think about anything too deeply at the time. *g*
I guess I can best sum up the experience by saying that I now understand (kinda, sorta, in some weird way) why people pay outrageous sums of money to see Clay from the front row! OK, I still wouldn't pay thousands of dollars for front row seats, but I don't think the people who do are quite as crazy as I used to. *g*
Thanks to ShelleyC for the ride to Jillian's and back to my poor lone car left in the museum parking lot. I regret not mingling more at the afterparty. I chalk it up to the 12 hour drive from the day before catching up with me and my lack of being able to eat anything for fear of messing up my tooth more. I enjoyed my discussions with WITK friend from California (and her husband) and WITK, ShelleyC, DiamondJake and my brief encounters with Toffee, CAP and (iirc) Claycub. If I met anyone else and forgot to mention you, I apologize. *bangs head against wall* I should have mingled more! I should have mingled more!
It was a short night of 4 hours sleep and the long drive across NC to hit the Biltmore mansion on the way home. (I'd been before, but mom hadn't.) Then home to Indiana the next day. My new car now looks like a hurricane went through it and apparently convenience stores near the interstate in Tennessee have something against selling fountain Coke, but other than that it was a pretty good trip. But I think I'm going to be recovering for the next 6 months. *g*
Oct 22 04 5:24 PM
We got to the fair really early and looked around a bit before the 3:00pm show. One nice lady (she was nice although she did tell us we should be ashamed of ourselves for going to both shows but didnât seem to mind that we were at her booth and claycub was buying something) got a CNN card from us. She didnât realize there was a Christmas tour coming up or anything.. Now she knows.
Wandered around some more - got something to drink. Maybe another funnel cake for Snix. Went into the craft type exhibit hall and that is when it hit me. The Clack House is a terrible place to be - IF you donât want to take things out of context that is, and have your mind twisted.
What? Well, what certain topic of much discussion proceeded the NC three-fer at the CH? The upcoming nuptials of Jemock and Clay of course .. Well, apparently there are a lot of people at the fair that are invited and have read the future couple's Target âwish listâ because I saw quite a few people that wore stickers that read âEat Goat? I did.â. Pfffft to those that said that those were two different books on the registry. Told ya!
We had pretty good seats for the afternoon show. South section, 4 row B - thank goodness we chose those seats to sit in as we had two sets to pick from. Our seats were elevated enough that even if you sat down (and since a lot of the people behind us did, you sort of had to) you could still see just as well. Plus I had my trusty binoculars again. Maybe the reason I never used them before is that they can be lethal! Yowza!
Although he was definitely a lot less animated than in Charlotte, Clay sounded and looked beautiful. It WAS hot in there (which did result in jacket-less YWT so it was all good) and you could see him sweat and dayum - his eyes sooooo sparkle. I have never seen eyes sparkle like that manâs. Like he has his own special power source or something.
When during WYSYLM , the crowds surged to be up near the front - the first thing I thought of was âRude will be going â Clay Aiken Fan on peopleâs assesââ if that happens at the evening show..
I wasnât too distracted by the light but I wasnât taking pictures either. I had been glad to see the jumbotrons because I knew our evening seats were back on the floor and we would need to use them. Little did I realize how much. Of course the last line of Invisible was not as visually effective as when it is dark but it was neat because when he is going down into the mothership, the back up singers sing an additional âhearts, ooooh ooohâ and he sang it with them.
Wonderful concert. Think he was a little skeered of the singer but it didnât look like she really cared if he was there anyway. Solitaire blew me frickin away again.
Hung out after the concert - Claycub slopped B-B-Q all over her shirt. Got to share teeter totter seats with Aurorabee, Tweelers and Bluedawg for a while. Anxiously awaited the pm show.
Raleigh Pm - the LAST *sob* NAT.
I was geeked up for this concert and promised myself I would try not to be a bawling, blubbering fool. It worked for a while.
We had seats in Apple section and had a clear view of the jumbotrons. Good thing because although we did not get the man with the gigantic head this time, we got cute little girl standing on chair. That would have been fine but apparently this girl decided she wants to be a football referee when she grows up because she kept signalling touchdowns all night. What do they feed those kids in NC? - her arms never got tired!. Oh yeah, fried twinkies.
Now I may doze off at K-Lo concerts but I am not so rude that I would dampen that little girlâs enthusiasm for being at probably her first (not last) Clay Aiken concert by telling her to keep her arms down. Focusing on the jumbotrons is not a bad thing usually anyway but with binoculars - OMG.
I could see all his freckles and everything (well not all of them, the ones on his face - geesh!)
I DID notice that he seemed to sing through his teeth. It didnât SOUND like he was singing through his teeth but he definitely was at times. You still got a lot of sound but I had never noticed it before so maybe he has made adjustments for whatever reason.
He seemed a little more comfortable with some of the banter - although as you well know now, some of it wasnât as effective as others (or maybe it was?)
And then Brianna....
Sure Jerome - go ahead and pick the cutest little girl ever to sing with Clay for the last concert. Go ahead and pick her so that Clay can be so gentle, so kind, so loving with her that it reduces me to a mess of goo, bawling like a baby, Bastard!. Ok, not really but OMG - just when you donât think you can love Clay any more.... Actually Jerome... - you done good and I canât imagine a more special way to end that part of the tour.
ISY? I barely did. What a camera shot! Maybe over the top to some but another nail in my coffin. Maybe it WAS good that he didnât do the full set for the last two concerts. RTM would have killed me too.
I was so happy we got to have all 3 duets. The afternoon show was SSD and brother did he hold that high note forever.
The glow sticks were present again for MOAM but not like in Charlotte - and of course someone with a frickinâ ligjht sabre was waving it in front of the jumbo tron so I couldnât even see that as well as I wanted to. I always have, and always will love MOAM. It will always have a special place in my heart. It was the first Clay song I cried over.
Funny thing - on the way to Charlotte, I made some ridiculous comment about being so excited about the Christmas tour (even thinking I wasnât going) and that I thought I was ready to move on from the NAT. HA! How stupid could I have been. Once he started singing those songs again....Of course I realize he HAS to move on but what a wonderful wild ride and I am so glad I was part of it.
It makes me sad for what was, but excited for what is to be. He always brings it and usually more than I can ever hope for.
*sigh* What a wonderful concert. Claycub and I made it through - barely. Made me wonder how he felt now that it was over.
The after party at Jillianâs was great but bittersweet as well because it signaled that this weekend was almost over. Thanks to PQ for setting it up. I got to meet even more people and am still surprised when people recognize me (my posts) from the board. - It is especially nice when they donât run away. I felt really bad for Jude since no one was happy to see her or meet her this whole weekend. Only Not.
I got to have a drunk guy at the bar offer me a lesson on Meerkats and hit on me. No, I am not flattering myself since he was hitting on everything that didnât have a waldo but it still was funny. He offered to have me name my meerkat after him - Wes(son oil) (he was that greasy) but I passed. *g*.
Apparently he asked Claycub (now that makes sense to hit on her because she is just so cute) what is our attraction is to Clay. Well guy, maybe it is because Clay doesnât sit at some bar hitting on everything that has âonlyâ two legs and whine about what a âbadâ day he has had. You think. Oh being gorgeous and having a killer voice doesnât hurt either.
It was wonderful seeing a part of the Michigan Mafia again but missed those that couldnât make it. It was great putting new faces with the names I already knew. It was nice being with so many people that âgetâ it - that I donât have to sit at a bar explaining it to (although sitting at a bar with meers and talking about him is not a bad thing either)..
The trip back home was much more subdued than on the way to NC - nonstop Clay is tiring (but I am NOT complaining) and the realization that you have to go back to your old yucky job (in my case) didnât help. Claycub and I did get to spend some time with Tweelers at the airport as Detroit was her connecting flight back home.
I want to wave and hug and smooch everyone but I know I will forget someone. If I didnât mention you, donât assume you didnât make an impression on me or I didnât want to/enjoy meeting you. I know that there were a lot of people I missed. You would think with a whole weekend you would have plenty of time but you donât. Same thing happened in Clio with only the 2 concerts.
I mean right now I am thinking of everyone I could/should list but this thing is of epic proportions as it is. In fact, it is probably time for his next SUMMER tour by now.
Thanks to everyone for making this weekend memorable and well worth the shoe-tying that I will have to do when I leave on vacation soon.
Dang it and I am not even done downloading all the wonderful Clack. Thanks to those that brought the clack, helped with the parties, or made me laugh.
We may not all see eye to eye all the time, or like each other all the time but one thing is sure - it is great to be a Clay Aiken fan and it is great to be part of the Clack House.
(Does anyone know how many dog biscuits I will need to bribe Jude/Rude with to stay out of a skit?)
Believe it or not - I probably forgot something I wanted to say but I just got done saying I love you all so I will take mercy and stop. Consider it an early present.
Oct 23 04 5:50 PM
Quote:Raleigh Recap....Part III......Monday, AKA the day of double divineness
Since we stayed with MamaCinPA, we thought we'd run some errands for her so we were up early and ran all around Raleigh. Went to P Street to buy Krispy Kremes at Clay's Krispy Kreme store, ran to the grocery store, ran to K-Mart, then to a really neat sandwich shop and took back sandwiches. By the time we got back, MamaCinPA's friend Barb was there. Barb works at the Findlay Y and used to work with Clay.
Grabbed the bus and got to Dort Narena (hee). Did I say how hot it was? It was FREAKING hot. We found seats on the deserted G105 radio booth platform under shade and talked and met all kinds of people. I went to get sodas and when I got back, I just, by 2 seconds, missed meeting Kristy, Clay's old boss at the Y, who was talking to Barb. The bathroom lines were crazy, but they moved rather quickly. Got our seats in Sweet Potato, row 5.
The best part? The first 4 rows SAT for the concert. Yep, you read that right. They sat through the whole freaking show. *scratches head* Oh well, better for me. It was very odd watching a Clay concert in daylight. I loved seeing Clay in Raleigh. He looked and sounded wonderful and that's about all I remember. I was in a trance-like state, watching from so close. I just really, really enjoyed the show.
Barb told some funny stories and said I could share them. Last year she was at a fair (don't remember if it was the State Fair) and saw this lady all decked out in a Clay shirt with Clay buttons all over, so she walked up to her and said, "I see you're a Clay fan". The lady replied, "Oh, yes, I am". Barb said, "I used to work with Clay at the Y". The lady replied, "I'm his Grandmother". Bwahaha! Barb thought she would be nice and share some information, but it backfired on her. She laughs about it now.
The day after the Anomoly, this elder lady walked into the Y. Barb estimates she was in her 80's. She was all dressed up in a hat and gloves, dressed to the nines. She walked to the front desk and said, "I dialed the phone all night and couldn't get through even once. I've already called the Governor of NC and the Raleigh Mayor, now I want to know (points to Barb)...what are you going to do about it?" It was a really sweet story.
I wonder if the older people who knew Clay when, can really relate to who he is on stage now? CinPA said that when Clay was shown on the video in the Atlanta audition, Barb pointed to him and said, "That's the Clay I know". And during the banter parts, Barb would say, "That's the Clay I know". It's an interesting thought.
Diane, Winky, Yalcteef, CinPA, and I went to find something to eat in between shows. Somewhere that was not hot. Somewhere were we could sit down. Winky found the perfect place under cover but with open sides. Had a decent meal and we all went to get souveniers. That poor engraver. Having 5 meerkats all shouting out to him what we wanted engraved on our dog tag was pretty funny. But now we are all the proud owners of a Clay Aiken dog tag. Very classy. In gold. OK, gold plate. Ok, cheap gold-colored metal. But we like them.
The evening concert. Gah. In Cotton, Row 4. Fabulous seats, fabulous view. Fabulous concert. Clay was in great voice. The shout-out to Raleigh fans didn't bother me at all because once I was there, I WAS a Raleighite. Anyway, Clay told me he loved me in York, PA.
When little Brianna came out on stage to sing, I was beside myself. Alicia, her Mom, was our Philly CD Release Party Coordinator so I've known her since last year and have attended several concerts with her, separately, but we always managed to hook up. She told me before the concet that Brianna had auditioned and nailed it, but who knows what singer will be pulled up on stage? I was so happy to see Brianna walk out. The family has been through some really tough times in the past year and this was like a gift from heaven for them.
Watching Clay with little kids makes my ovaries fertile again. He so needs children of his own. I think he will be a wonderful father.
I lost it again at the evening concert. It only happened once before in Clearfield. During 'You Were There', I don't know, something about the way Clay sings this song just gets me. Some people don't see it, but when I listen to him sing this song, I feel the power of his emotions, I feel the passion that he sings with and it kills me. I'm not religious so it's not the words of the song or the meaning, it's the way Clay delivers the song, right into my heart.[/sappy]. I started crying during the end of the song and didn't stop until after 'Solitaire' was over. Yeah, I can be a weepy, sappy, idiot where Clay is concerned. The hardest part for me is that final bow, knowing that he will disappear below the stage and I won't see him again.
I love Clay Aiken. I love him with all my heart and soul. He makes me happy, he brings joy to my heart. I love that he opens himself up so much on stage and I love what he shares with us. There's a joy that radiates from his eyes, from his entire body and it pierces me to the very core. If I'm having a bad day, all I have to do it put on one of his CD's and all is right in my world again. I don't know how he does it.
We were discussing this in the car in Raleigh. Thank God for American Idol. Without that craptastic show, we wouldn't have known Clay. We would be going on with our regular lives, he would be teaching by now and never would this lovefest have happened between us. I feel blessed to have experienced Clay Aiken. I feel blessed to hear his voice. I feel blessed to have met so many wonderful people through this fandom.
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