So nothing to do with parenting other than this being a mom's night out...
Last weekend I went on my Ricky Martin escapade with my hottie sister. Our seats were so close to Ricky that we could literally see the beads of sweat dripping from his buff bod. But did I get to meet him? First, some scene setting...
When we arrived at the venue we took our seats and did the jaw drop when we saw that we could jump on stage if we felt so inclined (we didn't.) About ten minutes before the show started, we heard some woman shouting "WOOOOOOOOO RICKY!!!" It was this large and in charge gal with her four pals. I by large, I should really say obese. These women were very overweight. And where should they be sitting? On either side of me and my sister. The largest of the women sat down next to me and I kid you not, the impact of her ass hitting the chair pushed me off mine and onto my sister's chair. This woman was now sitting on half of my chair. My sister finally said, "You need to tell her to get off your chair or protect your seat." And so, as soon as this woman got up for a minute, I moved myself to the edge of my chair. My sister buttressed me so that when big momma sat down again, I wouldn't move. It worked, but then we nearly puked when big momma pulled out a white lace thong to throw on stage. Oh. My. God.
Anywho. The concert started, we were in Latin heaven dancing our little culos away. Ricky did a little serious number:
Then a little capoeira (wiping the drool off my face):
And up-close-and-personal drum work for "Jaleo":
But he never made contact with the front rows. He was all about the back of the auditorium. I think it had to do with the big gals and the married couples in the front row. We started to get a little bummed that he wouldn't look down, but then at the encore, when he belted out "Vuelve" and we were all singing along, he looked at me and my sister - he smiled...and winked. No lie. We both saw it. We both looked at each other in a state of shock.
After the show we decided to be completely adolescent and chase him as he went to his tour bus:
He saw us and waved, then drove off in a black Caddy Escalade. And dammit, he left us behind!!!
Ricky Martin. No backstage, but a direct smile AND WINK.
Hot.
And yes, the formatting is all wonky. I've tried to fix it a jizillion times but STUPID TYPEPAD won't let it look the way I format it.
