Big Time C-Rush, Take Two

**WARNING: Before you read this, if you've never read my blog before, there are few things you should know. I'm brutally honest. I make fun of people. I'm EXTREMELY sarcastic. I tend to exaggerate...but just a little. I come off as a snob, but I'm not? (Note the question mark.) I'm not rich, just spoiled. I'm a teenager trapped in a 29 year old's body (there's an example of sarcasm/exaggeration). Hum....this might be my next blog post in the making.**

So much has happened since my last post. I didn't know where to begin. I tried to write out everything that went on this summer, but honestly, it was a shitty (pardon my french) summer and at this point, I can't really laugh about it. (Although I could tell you a few stories about the people that live in the nursing home. Stay tuned for that...) But at some point, I'll be able to put a comical twist on the events of the summer. Just not quite yet. 

One of the very few bright spots of our summer was a family affair. The girls and I went to the Big Time Rush concert at the Mid State fair again (remember last year's post? Here's the link ). I say a family affair because Tim paid for the tickets and the girls and I got to go. Tim, bless his heart, paid big bucks for VIP tickets, and....wait for it.........we got to MEET them!!! HOLY BEEGEEZERS!!!! It was like the greatest 2.8 seconds of our lives!! 

So, here's what I thought would happen:

I thought they only sold a FEW, like maybe 10 or so, and that all of the people that bought them would be classy, nicely dressed, or at least showered and brush their hair and teeth. I also thought that when we got there, we would be met by our personal VIP host and escorted backstage, where we would have a one on one session with the boys, where they would meet and fall in love with us and want to be our best friends and hang out at our house all the time and stuff. And we would make viral music videos and post them on youtube and fly around the US meeting up with them while they're on the road. You know, stuff like that. Dang! I really hate when I'm wrong!! Anyhoo...

Now, here's what really happened. 

We paid big bucks for the tickets. We got these cool badges that made us feel special and like high class richie riches. 

(Seriously, look at Ella! OMG...)

We got to the venue (I could have said fairgrounds or grandstands, but venue sounds way cooler) and realized that spending two weeks picking out our outfits to meet Big Time Rush was probably a waste of time, because we could have worn our pajamas and looked better than 95% of the people there. Then, we stood in line for what seemed like HOURS with these people. (Now, if you know me at all, you know I was having a hey day with this. Tim and my sister got countless pictures of people in line with us. OMG...apparently these people spent all their money on their tickets and were unable to buy decent fitting/looking attire. Disgusting, really. And oh Lordy...the older girls that think they have a chance with the band CRACK. ME. UP. Mostly because we were there.)

Oh, sorry...getting back to business...So, we stood in line, for like, EVER. 

(Patiently waiting...and waiting...and waiting...Oh, by the way. Is this girl UGLY OR WHAT? My gosh! She's embarrassing to be seen with. *sarcasm, people. sarcasm*)

Then, they finally opened the corral and heard us backstage like cattle (well, we were at the fair, after all).  And what do we see? OH. MY. GOSH!! THEIR TOUR BUSES!!!! Agh!!!! They were on those buses!!! Of course, Tim bought me a new camera *that morning* so I could take pictures and guess what? "Please put your cameras away and any cell phones that have a camera on them. There will be no personal photographs backstage." Well, of course not. Because then I would have a reason to lug the big camera down there. **I so badly wanted to have my phone in my pocket with the camera on and snap a quick picture of them without anyone knowing. But alas, I couldn't be a rule breaker...in front of my kids.**

Ok, so we're backstage and lined up with the other 500 people and suddenly, we hear screams. THEY'RE OUT!!! Then the line starts moving...and moving SWIFTLY. Wow. While I was glad it was moving quickly, because I was tired of standing, I was thinking how sad for those poor people who are getting shuffled in and out so fast. They saved up for decades for this moment and they only get 2.8 seconds with them. And then I thought of the poor people behind us who will have to wait when we get up there because the boys are going to be so enamored by our beauty that they won't let us leave their sight. I mean, really. You saw the pictures, right? Soooo....we got closer and closer and soon, it was our turn.  

And here ya go...

(Let's take a moment to analyze this photo, shall we? First of all, my girls are dolls. Look at Mia. She was so excited and it's written all over her face. Gracie just looks beautiful, standing there next to her future husband and holy crap...look at James Ella. A-DOR-A-BLE! And me, well, let's face it. I'm fat!)

I could go on and on about how they thought the girls were adorable and had beautiful eyes, etc, and how Carlos quietly grabbed my butt while the picture was being snapped (look closely. Tim SWEARS he's grabbing my butt), but I don't want to brag. And, for the sake of the people behind us, I insisted that we only get a few seconds with them, just like everyone else. But those few seconds were the highlight of our summer! I mean, seriously. Look at those adorable couples (minus me and Carlos). Mia and Kendall have the same hair and skin color and the same catapillar eyebrows. He might be a few years older, but nothing they can't overcome! True love concurs all! Gracie and Logan...he told her she had pretty eyes. He has beautiful dimples. Match made in heaven and they would make some beautiful babies. And James and Ella. Oh. My. Gosh. That is all...

Anyhoo....after all our dreams came true in those 2.8 seconds, we retired back to our hotel room to rest up for the big show. (Hotel was walking distance away...remember that as you keep reading...) So, we went back and they changed into their new BTR (that's what their close, personal friends call them) tees and we headed back. We were in the second row. It. Was. Awesome. 

Also, if you remember back to the last BTR concert post, I posted a picture of my "adult beverage". Oh yeah...

This had to be the biggest, and strongest, lemon drop on the planet. Needless to say, I had a GGRRREEAATT time and did everything short of throwing my bra on stage! NOT REALLY!! Pipe down, mother-in-law. Pipe down. Actually, I was pretty much schnockered, but managed to take pictures and hold Ella through the entire concert. 

Here are some pictures I took before the drink took the full effect and the concert started:

I think Gracie took this one, but I don't really remember. Bawahahaha!

Lovely, I know. 

I was in our seats and they're in front of the stage (duh!). 

Finally, some poor girl came out and butchered the Star Spangled Banner, then it was showtime!

Cody Simpson opened for our boys:

I'm sorry, Cody, but we weren't impressed. I really thought after we saw him live we would like him more, but not so much. Sorry, buddy, but you're not our type. Good luck to you.

Now this....

This is our type. Yum.

This is Logan.

  

Kendall. 

Carlos. 

(Hey Carlos, my husband want to have a word with you regarding our "pose".)

And, last but not least (there is no way he's the least),

JAMES.

  

Oh, James. 

I have about 20 pictures of just James.

(P.S. Please excuse the quality of the pictures. Need I remind you that I got the camera that morning, was holding Ella through the entire concert, AND I was slightly inebriated.)

Here's the deal with James. I'm secretly in love with him. Well, not so secretly anymore, because I just told the world (if you consider the 27 people that read my blog "the world")! He makes me weak in the knees and my heart go pitter-patter. (I really hope that if someday he ever reads this, he doesn't do a baby barf.) But no worries, Timmy. It won't ever happen, unless he digs older women, wants a ready made family with 3 girls who worship the ground he walks on, and can offer me more than you can (which will be next to impossible). But I sure do LOVE to look at him. GULP. 

I'm not going to lie. I really do love Big Time Rush as much as the girls do. I love their music. I love their TV show. I love how they love their fans. Every one of them is freakin' adorable. I've been known to watch their show...when the girls aren't around. I've also been known to pause it on James' beautiful face. Wait...give me a minute. I'm hyperventilating. 

Whew...

Well, that pretty much sums up the highlight of our summer.