Is there anything you did when you were younger that makes you laugh or blush when you remember it?
Uh, YES. I was a rabid New Kids On the Block fan. Every inch of my walls from floor to ceiling was covered in posters and pictures. Actually... so was the ceiling. I spent the night in a parking structure in a seedy city to get concert tickets. I convinced my mom to let me FOLLOW them to concerts up to 6 hours away one summer. It was intense.
This one show, I constructed a life-size doll of Donnie Wahlberg with a friend and toted him to a show. We were on the second row (woot!) and in the middle of the show, the Kids spotted the doll. They had to stop the show because they were laughing so hard. Once the show was over, they sent out their security guard (Biscuit for those of you who remember) to take us backstage so they could meet the doll... and us.
See? Intense. But that's not the worst part.
I did what any natural born fangirl would do: I wrote fanfiction. But here's the thing... there was no internet back then (at least not in my world), so I thought I was writing this amazingly unique thing that set me apart from any other NKOTB fan in the world. That's not so bad, right? I mean heck, I've written fanfiction as an adult; no big whoop.
But see, I wrote myself into my fanfiction. Hell, I wrote my mother into my fanfiction. It was epic... and novel length. I hired friends to beta it (although I called it editing) and then I wrote it out in long hand and bound it. I made a cover page (my early attempts at "photoshop"... read: scissors and a piece of tape). I gave it a title... DONNIE WAHLBERG MARRIED MY MOM.
Here's the kicker... when I met Donnie at that concert with the doll (best marketing tool ever, btw), I gave him the "book" to read! Hand to Godstiel... I gave it to him. He looked at me like I'd lost my effing mind, but then he smiled, handed the "book" off to Biscuit and smiled (sorta) for a picture with me.
I'd like to say I was very, very young when I did this. If I'd been 10, it would've been okay. But no, I was a couple of weeks shy of 15. I should have known better. Oh wait, there's more! When we got home from the show, I was so full of squee that I couldn't sleep. I had tucked a personal letter into the "book" that had my phone number on it. I should mention that I started the letter thusly: "Yo, peep this..." Ahem. Yes. Peep this, indeed. Anyway, I was convinced that Donnie would read the "book" and be utterly captivated and call me. Maybe he'd ask me to come on tour a la "Almost Famous" and I would be their official writer (idek). Maybe he'd beg for me to meet with his friend who could have the book published and widely distributed. Maybe he'd actually fall in love with my Moms (who was dope, yo).
You might be surprised to learn that he never called. I waited by the phone for days. I checked the mailbox obsessively for a letter/ thank you card/ signed photo/ anything. Nothing ever came. To say I was heartbroken would be an understatement.
I recently found the draft version of Donnie Wahlberg Married My Mom. It's pretty damn humiliating, but a writer friend read it (because how could she miss the opportunity to openly laugh at me) and gave me kudos for it. She said it was highly creative and very well written considering my age. Huh. Awesome. I scanned the cover page so you guys could peep this on Megaupload here: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=H9V7N3B3.
So, while the whole thing makes me cringe, I can't be too beat up over it. It gave me a passion for writing, as well as my first lesson in open rejection of my writing. I even still love NKOTB. I still have a poster on my wall and my "I <3 Joe" shiny mirror plaque (custom made at a theme park while at a concert they performed when they were still opening for Tiffany! Tickets were $8, zOMG) on my shelf at work. I no longer apologize for being a NKOTB super fan... but I don't often tell the story of Donnie Wahlberg marrying my mom.
:)