OMG.

Okay, this is gonna hafta be quick. (For, you see, I'm just in from Cape Cod via Providence and I'm picking up a rental car for Wisconsin via Chicago.)

SO. Left the fam at the beach this morning (we had a great time, but that's for another post) and my folks dropped me off at the Providence airport around 10am. And who was at the curbside check-in with me but SURVIVOR? That's right, the epic band Survivor was heading to Chicago as well. Being the crazed rock superfan that I am, I went straight up to the lead singer.

"I'm a huge fan."

"You are?" He asked, slightly startled.

"Yep," I replied, leaving them to their check-in. I was flying (and not just literally.) Survivor! I love them! So, I got into the security line only to hear behind me "I'm getting in line with her- she's cute!" Um, hello Robin McAuley, lead singer of SURVIVOR! I giggled and made some lame joke about taking off a belt and removing laptops from cases. (For all the comedic acumen I pretend to have, this is the best I can come up with?) He thought I was charming. Or frightening. I asked if they were playing in Chicago and he told me that they were on their way to St. Louis, returning to Chi in August.

"I will so be there," I told him.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yup, you'll see me dancing in the back row or on the lawn..."

He told me I should get better seats, like the front. I explained that it was a little out of my price range. He then went on to ask me if I'D LIKE FREE TICKETS. Um, yes. Yes I would. He told me to give him my info and he'd MAIL THEM OUT. (Sorry about the caps, I'm just so terribly excited.) Now, anyone who knows me truly well knows how sacrosanct my journals are. NOT TODAY. I tore a middle page out of my current one and wrote down Keely Flynn's address. That's right, in the heat of the moment (that's an Asia song, I know) I reverted to my maiden name. (Sorry, Peej.)

He shook my hand. "Nice to meet you, Keely. I'm Robin." "Um, I know," I said. He laughed. Either I was incredibly refreshing or startlingly stalkish.

"Have a good flight!" I exclaimed!

"Come say hi!"

"OKAY!!!"

So, I ducked into a bathroom and called my Mom and Dad, my sisters, my husband, and texted my high school best friend. Then, after brushing my hair for the first time today, I made my way to the gate. Maybe I'd get a pic with them! But then I remembered...my camera died YESTERDAY. And we'd have to shut off phones soon! So, I went up to the wonderfully tolerant Robin MacAuley and apologized for being obnoxious, but could I have a photo with him?

"That's not obnoxious, that's awesome!"

So there you go. And I tried for witty again, seriously I did, but I just came off as a tweaked groupie. I quoted the part of Anchorman where Ron Burgundy says that Survivor doesn't return his calls but that's okay because they're Survivor and he's not. (This is truly all I could come up with?)

And I sat with them on the plane. And Robin McAuley said I was a good hugger.

But now I seriously must bounce out...for I am seeing BOSTON AND STYX tomorrow night in Wisconsin! (I realize it sounds like I'm having the best week ever from 1985, I truly do.) Whoo hoo!