Warning, lot's of fangirling and male objectification. If that's not your thing, then why are you here?

WOW. Where do I even start? What started out on Saturday as a quick and easy 1.5 hr flight to Charlotte for the American Idol concert, slowly de-constructed into the day from HELL. There are times when I ask myself, "Kara, why don’t you trust your instincts?" And then I face-palm because why am I talking to myself?

DAY 1: Saturday or the day we must have unknowingly walked under a ladder.

My instincts told me, "Pack the Mavid shirts in your carry-on, ya know, JUST INCASE." Well, by now you probably know where this story is headed. Kara arrives in Raleigh!! Bag arrives in... CONNECTICUT?? (I didn’t find that out until today when I picked up my bag at the Raleigh airport.) So this is when I hyperventilate because I realize that I have nothing. I have my purse and my laptop. No clothes, no toiletries (except for a toothbrush and some make-up that my subconscious told me to pack), no Mavid shirts (I had 3 shirts for girls that bought them packed), and no Mavebrella. Cause let’s face it, I’m in North Carolina. Usually this situation would not be such a big deal, but we had the concert the next day and we had been planning for MONTHS. I reported it to the baggage office after a considerable hissy fit. (Side-note: the last time I arrived somewhere and my bags did not, was on my honeymoon, so this is not something I ever wanted to relive, not even on a small scale) The lady from the baggage office told me there was no way to track my bag and that it *might* arrive at 4pm on the next flight from Philly. Might. WTF? "I’ll might you in the face," I thought with an angry stomp of the shoe. Keep in mind, I still had to drive to Charlotte, which is 2.5 hrs away from Raleigh. So my options were to wait at the airport until 4pm (it was 12pm) and see if my bag (might) arrive or drive to the hotel in Charlotte and then if they called and said it was there, drive all the way back and get it. Boy am I glad I chose the latter option, considering the bag rerouted and did not arrive in Raleigh until Sunday morning. Asses. (Oh just FYI... we were staying at one hotel on Sat night and a different hotel on Sun night, so the airport shipping it to my hotel was not an option)

So there I was, pushing 90 down the freeway, PISSED as a mf’er. That’s when I get the text from Desi. Her connecting flight was over-booked and she was not going to be able to get on the plane. STRANDED IN NEW YORK!!! See Desi’s recap for a more detailed report on her "hold me" tale of woe. Poor Desi had to be rerouted (omg like my luggage) to Atlanta and then to Greenboro and then had to take a 80 mile taxi ride to Charlotte. She wasn’t going to make it to the hotel until after 10pm. THE FORCES WERE WORKING AGAINST THE ARMY!! But we stay strong. "That’s right!" The Rising’s Cradle came up on my i-pod and it made me feel a little bit better. Thanks, Mike!

Here is where I recount some of the funny Idol related things I saw on the way to the hotel: Shapes Salon (rofl), a street named Caldwell (for real, it went right by the venue...), and the ASCOT INN. I’m not even joking. Romantic rooms with heart shaped jacuzzis. Classy. We totally forgot to tell MJ about it, too. It could’ve been a Royal Mavidian Orgy.

When I got to the hotel, Sarah was lost, (lol, sar) but she figured her way eventually after seeking help from a stranger she met in Walgreens. We checked into the VERY sleek hotel (residence inn ftw!) which was a two bedroom suite with a full kitchen, a fireplace and 3 flat screen TVs. (O la la) On another Idol related note, when I was checking in, The World I Know was playing over the radio. I said to the guy behind the counter, "you have no idea how weird it is to be hearing this song right at this moment." When Anita finally arrived with her mammoth cooler we got all of our stuff settled in the hotel and headed over to Walmart. O joy of joys, just how I wanted to spend my Sat night with the girls. 2 hours in Walmart re-buying all of my toiletries and all of the supplies so we could make ghetto-MAVID shirts, including plain black shirts, iron on letters, and sew-on hearts. (because you just can’t stop the mavid) I also re-bought a black umbrella, white acrylic paint, and paintbrushes I could re-make my Mavebrella and so Sarah and Anita could make theirs. CRAFT NIGHT FOR THE RMA!! POT LUCK!!! We went out to eat at a place I cannot remember the name of, but we all got meat in celebration of David Cook. Cheers, Dave! Also yeast rolls? This was my first time. And it was orgasmic.

When we got back to the dinner we went back to the hotel and began working on our Mavebrellas. I started my out just like the old one, with the Mavid Dance, Mavid Dance, Mavid Dance around the rim, but then when I saw how cute Sarah’s and Anita’s were, I decided to jazz mine up a bit.

Sarah’s Mavebrella: Mavid Dance, Mavid Dance, Puppy Johns, Cookie

Anita’s Mavebrella: Mavid Dance, Bendy Dave, Puppy Johns

My Mavebrella: Mavid Dance, Mavid Dance, Mavid Dance, Puppy Johns, "He Just Gets Me, Ok?", "We Came! We Danced! We Mavid! We Did.", "Hello... Are you awake, David?" (Ok, so I got a little carried away. I also filled in the blank spots with some hearts. AWWW. Precious.)

While we were letting the first coat dry, we began prepping the Mavid shirts by cutting out all the iron on letters and such. The first shirt I made was a little sloppy, and three D’s got sacrificed. (RIP) Well, maybe that’s what you get when you by $.99 iron-on letters. Sarah got to work sewing the hearts on, cause she is Martha Stewart apparently. All and all, didn’t turn out too shabby. This would be around the time that we started drinking too. Sarah: beer. Anita: bacardi Me: wine. (Shocking!!!) By the way, drinking + arts and crafts = probably some of the funnest times ever. I maybe wouldn’t suggest doing it with a hot iron and a needle in your hand, but we are all professionals. Don’t try this at home. LOL

At some point we all realized that none of us had Rachel’s phone number. We knew she bought a ticket and that she had the hotel address, but everyone thought that everyone else talked to her, when in fact, no one talked to her. WAY TO GO US. Luckily she e-mailed Anita her cell phone number at the last minute and we found out that she was heading out that night and should be arriving at approximately 4:30am. I happily thanked Sarah for volunteering to wake up and let her in. HA. =)

By the time Desi got in, it was time to get down to some serious drinking and sign making because we had a whole fun day to make up for in one night. Everyone poured another round and we logged onto vid chat and cook chat and told everyone our "hold me" tales of woe. We decided we DEFINITELY needed to make signs to show Mavid what we went through to be here. Mine read "My Luggage is in Outer Space. HOLD ME!" Sarah’s Read "I made it through Surgery just to be Here. HOLD ME!" Desi’s read (and I think I’m getting this right) "Four Planes, Two Timezones, One Taxi. HOLD ME!" (Des, correct me if I am wrong on that, I don’t have the pic of the sign for reference.

As we got drunker, the antics got zanier. I had purchased a three pack of undies from Walmart (because, of course, I had none) and when I opened the pack I realized I got WAY too big of a size. So of course I had to put the hot pink pair on over my shorts and parade around in them. Well, wouldn’t you? It was also at this point that we decided that the underwear MUST be thrown on stage. (naturally) As we were painting the signs, we decided that we should probably paint all over our Mavid shirts as well, ala AI Ford Commercial. We coated our hands nice and good and planted hand prints all over each other. Sound sexy? IT WAS!! Then we just kinda started putting paint all over each other shirts. Said paint also traveled pretty much all over Sarah’s face somehow, on the walls, and on the carpet. Oops. Lucky for us, it was washable. (Phew) With Desi’s I-tunes rockin out we hung out (our definition of hanging out includes putting sharpies up our noses) and laughed (at anita’s magical traveling botox) and plotted the next days events until about 4:30am, thinking we could stay up and wait for Rachel. Anita cut up her PB&J sandwich that she was SO proud of into fours and offered it to all of us. Sarah didn’t want it, so Anita cut up her quarter into thirds and divided the tiny little pieces between me, Desi, and herself. LMAO! We got a call from Rachel saying she had a late start (how much later could it have been???) And she was still about 2 hours away. By this time we were all SO drunk and ready to crash so we just told her to call us when she was here. (well, call SARAH, since she volunteered. my phone was backup) Bedtime.

6:30 am rolls around and all of a sudden I hear "TAKE A WALK, YOU CAN HARDLY BREATHE THE AIR, LOOK AROUND IT’S A HARD LIFE EVERYWHERE...". My phone. It’s Rachel. She is lost, and Sarah isn’t picking up her phone. I make a mental note to stick an "I love Syesha" sign on the back of Sarah’s shirt the next day. Rachel starts telling me what she sees around her. But I’m from Philly, so this doesn’t help. I yank my laptop out and pull up google maps and try to get her to give me an intersection. It doesn’t help that it is pouring rain either. Finally I located where she is, and luckily she is only 4 miles from the hotel. I guide her in and go outside and get her. Now it’s about 7 am, and we settle down to try to get some sleep before the 10am alarm goes off. Yeah, this should make for an interesting day at the buses tomorrow. Indeed..

Day 2: Sunday or the day of EPIC win.

Well, Sunday certainly did not start off as the day of epic win, that’s for sure. 2 of the five of us (not me, desi or rachel) woke up with some pretty b****in hangovers that may or may not have included some pukage. (may) We got reading and grabbed some breakfast. At this point we found out that Desi likes milk. Like A LOT. Like Chikezie has some competition. We checked out and headed to hotel number two, which was closer to the venue. When we checked in we found out that there was a complimentary shuttle that would take us to the venue and that the parking there was only 10 a car for our entire stay. F’N SWEET! Things are looking up! We are about to leave for the buses, it’s around 12pm. Then all of a sudden Sarah comes running in to the lobby. Ready for this? She locked her keys in the car. WA WA WAAAAANAAAAA!!! All of the stuff Sarah was going to have signed and all of Rachel’s stuff including her camera is in there. Un-freakin-believable. The one image I will never forget is that of Anita on one side of the car and Rachel on the other side, both with hangers trying to break into Sarah’s car. OMFG. We called the police and they said they couldn’t help us. Many men walked by and did not show any southern hospitality. Finally after about 25 minutes Sarah finally called the police back and told her she had locked her keys in and there was life saving medicine inside. *grin* Yea, that did it. She did have pain pills inside prescribed to her because she just had surgery, so it was only half a lie. They came within 10 minutes and we were back in business. Well, sorta. One member of the RMA needed a few more minutes to (puke) get herself together. HEY, IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US!

When we got to the buses, (around 1pm) I noticed right away that the atmosphere was WAY different than in Philly. People seemed a lot more uptight and almost no one was talking to each other (other than in their little groups). It was pretty much a 180 from Philly where everyone was like celebratory and all the Archies and Dreads and Word Nerds were all like kum ba ya. Because of the car incident, only one of us (rachel) initially got a spot by the barricades when we first walked up. Oh and btw, the one girl was like TOTALLY disgusted with our Mavid shirts. She was like "ew, slashers!" OMG, lmao. She probably writes fic about David Cook taking her to the junior prom. Loser. Anyway, we set up RMA base camp around a tree, plugged in the mini i-pod speakers that I bought at Walmart because my good ones were MIA in my luggage, and set about trying to salvage the trip. Desi and I gave a mini concert that apparently people didn’t like. (ROFL WHY NOT???) But really, people needed to chillax. We all had every reason to come there with scowls on our faces after the s*** we dealt with the day before, but we didn’t. We just tried to keep it light and have fun. That being said there were some nice people we met. =)

When the Idols started coming out, that’s when things got completely out of control. I think Dave and Carly came out first. People were being absolutely ridiculous, screaming and pushing and shoving. It was awful. In Philly, the security came out before the Idols came out and said that if any of that s*** went on that the Idols were going to go right back inside. Security didn’t do crap at this venue. It was extremely uncomfortable and not pleasant at all. Carly was the first to come by us. EEEE!!!!!!!!!! OMG, so like... I was not nervous at all to meet Dave and Mike, but for some reason, when Carly was coming, I was all shaky. It is true love. I told her that I had just seen her in Philly and I tried to hand her the folder of drawings on stage and SHE REMEMBERED ME!! She was like, "yea I reached out but it was just too far away!" She was totally sweet and gracious and I want to have her babies. I asked her to sign the RMA sign because OBS she is an honorary RMA member. She looked over it after she signed it and she was like "OMG, I have to show this to Dave!" *kara freaks out* She walked over to him (he was about 10 feet away) and she showed it too him and she was like "haha, to protect and serve!" He looked at it and he nodded and said in an authoritative voice, "THAT’S RIGHT!" =)=)=) When she came back I said something about protecting them from crazy fans with squirt guns... but I can’t remember exactly because I was daydreaming about us making out. (We are now called Karaly) When Dave came by, I asked him to sign the RMA sign and he was like "I already signed it." I was like "You did??" He was like "Yea, and he pointed to his signature." HA, I’m a tard. He signed it when Carly came up to him with it, but I couldn’t see from my angle. ROFFLE. Then Anita handed him the kneepads and OMG, the look on his face.... I cannot even describe it. He OBS saw us all in our Mavid shirts and assumed the kneepads were MUCH less innocent than they actually were. Anita realized that he was a little confused and she was like "TURN IT OVER!" And she showed him the "bendy dave" picture and the note that said something like "for your safety something something..." He was like "Oh!!" LMAO. I think she should’ve just written "to protect your knees the next time you perform BJ." HAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! Sarah took a picture with him where you can only see her eyes and the top of her head and Dave looks like he just had his tonsils removed. HA, PUFFY-CHEEK!dave. Kristy Lee came out. Yep. Um. lol. I think I said "hi" to her. Arch came out looking like his adorable little self and I just wanted to squish him again. Sarah printed out that really nice picture I got of him for Arch to autograph and when he looked at it he was like "WOW, heh." She gave him an extra envelope with a copy of the picture for Dadchuleta. Speaking of which, Dadchuleta was out for a second and signed a few autographs (lol) and went back in. Sarah was BUGGIN out when Jason came by. I didn’t say much to him because I wanted Sarah to have the MAXIMUM amount of time with him. She also printed that pic I took of him where he is making that GRRR face. He made some comment about it, but I don’t remember exactly what it was. Sar remembers. It was something wacky. We all flipped the hell out when Michael Johns came out like WHOA! He was looking quite edible, or maybe I was just hungry. Probably both.. I spontaneously decided that since at the Philly show he never got to see my Mavebrella (because he was doing press in the afternoon) that I would open it to show him. Suddenly the idea popped into my head and I was like, "should I just give it to him??!" The rest of the RMA was like "YEAA!!" Because we figured that it might create a cute opportunity for pictures. And since MJ and DC were not out at the same time we wanted to get some kind of Mavidy picture. Well first I had him sign the RMA crest. I don’t remember if he said anything about it. I think a few more people got autographs including a moment where he held up a pciture of Chikezie and a picture of himself and he yelled out to Chikezie something like "Dave and I are so over. It’s all about me and Chikezie now!" OMG DEATH OF A BROMANCE!! Hahahaah! I think Desi (or Sarah?) handed him the umbrella. He was like "for me?" And then, ARRRGGHHH... I can’t remember exactly what he did! G- Damn, sexy Australian overloaded my brain! I am not sure if he sang anything but he did a little dance with the umbrella. It must have started the wheels turning because when he walked back to us he was pulling the umbrella shut and he was like "I might be able to use this on stage." Then we all died and the funeral was yesterday. No. Then we were like "YES!!! DO IT!!! DO YOU WANT ANOTHER ONE FOR DAVE??!!" He was like "Yeah!" So we grabbed Anita’s (with bendy dave on it, haha) and handed it to him. He closed Anita’s and he was like "I’m not sure if they will let us use these, but we will try." Then we fangirled out like the world has never seen (until later that night). I also made it a point to mention that we had gotten drunk last night and had a paint fight. MJ said something like "that’s always what I do when I get drunk... have a paint fight" lol... I don’t remember the exact wording on that either am I am nervous to quote him because I am afraid a video will surface and all my dialog will be wrong. HAA!! He also hugged Sarah and his arm was RIGHT in front of me and I was staring at it like a wolf staring at a piece of meat. It pretty much took all of my willpower not to reach out and stroke his arm. It seemed like a creepy thing to do, so I refrained. When Chikezie came out we ALL FREAKED!! I was so excited to be able to see him, because I just recently realized how much I love him. Not like DESI loves him, but in a "non-combined name" sort of way. Desi gave Chikezie the ADORABLE get well card that she made him and they had THE MOST EPICALLY CUTE DESKEZIE MOMENT EVAR!!! He looked at her like he was soooo amazingly touched that I seriously, like, wanted to cry... it was that cute. And then he pulled her into the sweetest hug I have ever seen. It lasted like probably a good 15 seconds and his eyes were closed. And then when he pulled back after getting Desi preggers, I was like "She loves you SO much. You guys even have a couple name, ‘Deskezie’" He laughed and I took a picture of them. AWWW. Someone came over to us and told us that Michael Johns was coming back down the line taking pictures with people so we were thinking maybe this might be an opportunity to ask him to take a pic with the RMA. When he got to us, I could tell he was about to bolt and go back inside, but I figured asking wouldn’t hurt. I was like "Mike, can you take a pic with the whole Mavid Army?" He was like " I can’t, I have to go back in." So I gave him a really awesomely effective pout. (you’re welcome guys) He was like "I’m sorry!!" and he started to go, but then changed him mind and came back to take the pic with us. EPIC! Did I mention that I really like Michael Johns a whole lot? Brooke was the last to come by, and I think Desi got her autograph. BACK TO THE HOTEL TIME!

We spent the entire ride back to the hotel gabbing about how freakin AMAZING it would be if they used the umbrellas on stage even tho we were pretty certain there was a good probability that it would not happen. We dumped off the cooler and the "HOLD ME" signs that we never even held up... HHAHAHAH o well. Desi downloaded all the pics from Sarah’s camera and posted the pic of MJ and us to Flyboys. YEY! RMA SUCCESS!! We headed out to look for some food. The shuttle dropped us at some restaurant that was WAY too crowded so we walked across the street to a bar. When we sat down to order, PLEASE DON’T STOP THE MUSIC CAME ON, and the table behind us asked "What’s Mavid?" Rofl. I realized I was a complete idiot because I left my license at the hotel and the waitress wouldn’t serve me a drink. I wanted to punch her in the eyeballs, but I resisted. They took FOREVER bringing the drinks out so we all said "F IT!" and left. On the way to the venue we got a good amount of attention for our Mavid shirts. We had another incident with a disgusted fangirl (possibly the same one?) who was like "ew, slashers" when we walked by. I thought to myself "YOU ARE JUST JEALOUS OF THEIR BUTTSEX!" Or did I say that out loud? Consult the RMA. lol We stopped at Bellacinos and got some sandwiches. We sat outside Dunkin Donuts eating them and someone stopped as they were walking by and asked if they could take a picture of "the mavid girls." HA!!! The best! See? Some people liked us. I liked us.

Rachel headed to will call and we all made our way in. Anita got her backpack taken away ( to be retrieved after the concert). I guess security there is super tight. We were all not sitting together. Anita and Rachel were in the center section, 9 rows back in front of the catwalk. Sarah and I were 8 rows back in front of the Mave dance area, (W00t!) and Desi was somewhere in the nosebleeds. Desi texted me that she saw some people with the Cafepress version of the Mavid shirt. WOW, I didn’t even know I sold any! LOL, aussome! When the concert started, Sar and I quickly realized that the people in front of us were WAY too tall so we scouted out closer seats. Before Chikezie (desi’s husband) was over we had moved up one row. We sat and watched Ramiele, but to be honest the entire time I was counting down to MJ TIME! We began eyeing up a couple seats in the third row and snuck up there just as "We Are the Champions" came on and Sarah and I went into an Australian Love Trance. We were singing and dancing like CRAZY PEOPLE. But it was a total blast. I truly don’t think there is anything hotter than watching MJ sing "It’s all Wrong but It’s all Right." It’s like insta-spode-gasm. Did Kristy Lee sing next? (Desi texted me, "...And I’m proud to be a Mavidian!" And I texted her back, "where at least I know I’m ghey!") ZOMG CARLY. We moved right up to the barricade in front of the Mave Dance when Carly came on. There were two seats behind us but no one was sitting there, even tho their was someone’s bag on the chair. Security was asking the people who were standing up in the aisle to sit back down, but because we were standing in front of the chairs they didn’t make us move. (Thank you hot security guys!) Carly pretty much made me a lesbian again and now I’m sure I’m buying whatever she is selling. (Call me) Brooke and her piano-vator rose from the stage to sing "Let it be" and I decided it was a good time to go to the bathroom. (No offence) It turned out that it was a FANTASTIC time to go to the bathroom. In fact, I was in and out of there so quickly I was back standing with Sar before the song was even over. Before the end of Brooke’s set, I looked back towards the backstage entrance (which was I would say approximately 10-15 feet in front of us and a little to the right) and who is standing there but DADCHULETA! HA! I waved at him and he waved back and then Sar and I took pictures of him like weird fan-girls. lol Next up was the U2 group number. On a side note here, I want to say that I was not taking any pictures during the concert. I really wanted to just watch the show and enjoy myself. I am super glad I did. At the very end of "In the Name of Love" MJ walked right by us and gave us a little wink and a wave. I thought maybe I was just imagining things again (like I was imaging the amazing sex that he and cook were possibly having during intermission) but the drunk guy behind me (who just happened to be an MJ fan!) was like SO excited for us. He was like "Michael just waved at you!!" Haaaaaaa!! HE SAW THE MAVID SHIRTS AND REMEMBERED! SCORE AGAIN FOR THE RMA!!

Intermission time, aka, time to get Desi onto the floor. Sarah and I decided that we were NOT moving from our spot because (let’s face it) it’s the SPOT to be. But I figured that at least if one of us stayed there we would be ok. I had Sarah give me her ticket and I ran up to the lobby to get Desi. I gave her Sarah’s ticket and we made our way onto the floor. (For the first time ever the security person didn’t even bother to look at our tickets, go figure) Anita and Rachel met us up there as well and we lined up along the barricade directly in front of Mave Dance Alley. WE WERE ALL SET TO GO!!

Jason came on and Sarah exploded. Syesha came on and we pretended to like her by singing and dancing along to Umbrella dramatically except we changed the chorus to "Under my Mavebrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh..." Desi swears that she saw up Sy’s dress when she first came out. Deskezie did not approve. I waved at her because I felt bad about bad-mouthing her in my previous review. And then I probably said something really snarky about her to the girls. Because I am a backstabbing b****. (O snap) Arch came out and the smoke was a little further away from me so it did not go directly up my nostrils. There were these little girls that were inching up to the front but security told them they couldn’t get any closer so I motioned them over to me and let them get in front of me. Their mom was really appreciative. I told her I already saw Arch in concert 4 days earlier so I would rather they get to see it. (See, I’m a nice person.) None of us could pay attention to Arch’s last song because we were getting SO freakin hyped for the Cooker.

THEN RISETH DAVE ON THE COOK-AVATOR! We hooted and hollered like a bunch of mad women. (Did I just say hooted and hollered?) Ok so all of this is going to kind of blur together so the order that things happened might be a little off. After he sang Hello there was a point where he walked by us and looked down at Anita’s sign and starting laughing (like sort of semi-blushing adorable laughter) He, like, could not pull himself together for a moment, he kept starting to talk and then stopping and laughing. We were freakin cracking up, like mofos. He had everyone screaming at one point and Anita held the sign up and he pointed at it and was like "Uh.... No." with a sassy little fake attitude. (So if you are paying attention, David’s stance is that he is NOT a tripod. Sure, buddy.) I still can’t find this on video, but I am looking! Then during TOML he walked by us again, looked at us, laughed and shook his head. This one I got on video! Right before My Hero he went to film the crowd. Again Anita held up the sign and he saw it and laughed. Also on video! Hey, I like when he laughs. If every time he sees that sign, he laughs, I am taping the sign to MJs ass. He continued with My Hero and then Don’t Want to Miss a Thing. At one point he made a crack about how he looked up in the VIP box during his song and saw that they were watching the Olympics. BUSTED! I heard that when he went backstage after Don’t Want to Miss a Thing he was feeling really sick. None of us picked up on that at all. Actually, Desi and I commented that we thought he looked like he was having a ton of fun on stage that night. So the sick-thing was surprising to us. So now we come back to the pink underwear. LOL. Omg, guys, I was totally going to chicken out. I was like "OMG I DON’T EVEN THINK IT’S GONNA MAKE IT ONTO THE STAGE" Seriously, though, if I missed? It would’ve gone right on the security guys head. Yes, it would’ve been hilarious, but I would’ve been mortified. We were trying to come up with throwing concepts. I think Rachel suggested the slingshot approach. Anita suggested I wrap it around something heavy. (ROFFLE... so I can overthrow it by accident and knock him out. Great plan. HA) I decided to just ball it up really tight and just throw it with all my might. OMG tho, I was getting SO nervous during Billie Jean in anticipation to throw it that my palms were sweating and I felt like I was going to pass out. Or maybe it was the fact that it was hot as balls in there, we were screaming all night, and on minimal sleep. I think the other girls said that they were feeling woozy as he was singing BJ... woozy unrelated to the sultriness of the song, of course. Odd that we were all kind of feeling sick when he supposedly came out feeling sick. Just as he finished Billie Jean and started walking back I made my move and chucked the BIG PINK PANTIES onto the stage! Omg. LOL He saw me throw it up and kind of looked over at me, but I’m not sure if he knew what it was at first. He went back to the center and maybe said something, I don’t remember. As he went to walk off the stage he walked up to them, looked down, laughed and shook his head (it was his signature move for the night) and KICKED THEM WITH HIS BOOT. ROFL! I don’t blame him. HAHHA I wouldn’t have picked them up either. They were just awful. Pink
is SO not his color. =)

MAVID DANCE TIME! Omg this was freakin EPIC EPIC EPIC EPIC. (Imagine that word echoing FOREVER) I wasn’t planning on filming until David Cook walked by us towards the right side of the stage. OMG, lol. So when they all started walking up on the right side of the stairs (when Carly sings) Michael Johns turns back to us and looks at the Tripod sign. Like he literarily did a double take and just stopped for a moment before nodding vigorously and then continued walking up the stairs. (Did you catch that? MIKE’s stance is that David IS a tripod. Interesting.) LOL So my camera started just as Dave was coming towards us and AGAIN he looked at us and laughed! When he came back around to get set up for the Mavid Dance we hadn’t even seen the two stage-hands that had come from backstage because we were concentrating so hard on MAVE. OMG. THEN IT HAPPENED!!!!!!! OUR MAVEBRELLAS!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The stage-hands threw them up on stage and they did their little Mavebrella dance!!! O.M..F. G.

We lost our freakin MINDS. We just stood there in complete shock SCREAMING at each other. Dadchuleta had actually come back out and was standing there, so when the umbrella’s dropped we were like SCREAMING at him, "THOSE ARE OUR UMBRELLAS!!" He was so confused! He was like "WHAAA???" Oh Dadchuleta. Sarah actually called him over when the music stopped and told him that she gave Arch that picture to give him. He didn’t hear her correctly so he was like "I can’t go take a picture for you." LOL She finally explained it better and when he understood he was very thankful. We basically stood there until almost the entire stadium cleared out because we were all SO freakin dumbstruck at all that happened. We knew we were not going to even attempt buses, since the afternoon buses were so annoying, I can’t imagine how bad the night buses were. On the way back to catch the shuttle, these girls called out the window, "HEY UMBRELLA GIRLS!!" We were like "YEAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Hahahaha When we were waiting for the shuttle the traffic control guy came up to us and asked us what a Mavid is. HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! Mavid is love. That is all.

EPIC NIGHT OF EPIC EPICNESS. Definitely one of the most fun nights I have ever had. And it certainty made up for all the garbage that happened the previous day.