With apologies to Saguaro High School, ASU, NAU, Husband and the Things, something happened earlier today that trumped them all.
Scott Baio re-tweeted me.
SCOTT BAIO RE-TWEETED ME.
I can die now.
I couldn't write this earlier because it's literally taken all day for the oxygen to return to my fingertips.
To understand - just a little - the mind-blowingness of this and the hysteria that ensued (and is still 'ensuing' now...10 hours later), I should give you a brief history of my childhood obsession/infatuation/mania with Scott Baio (synonyms, I'm aware, but you need to combine all 3 to get to the level I was at from about 1979-1983).
|Yes, I did just spend 15 min. google-imaging these photos and creating this collage. |
And nope, I'm not at all embarrassed about it.
I'm not at all embarrassed to admit that I was one of probably 200 people who not only bought his album (shut up) but knew the lyrics to every song and defended his vocal ability to all the critics. My best friend and I spent hours lying on my bedroom floor passing this album cover back and forth absolutely swooning listening him sing (to us, of course) to tell him...
"guurrrlll...what was in that kiss, that made me feel like this?".
When I was about 10 my family took a trip to Magic Mountain in CA and upon arrival discovered that Scott Baio would be performing LIVE there that day.
One, because I was so overwhelmed with emotion and love and adoration and the thought of seeing him in person just crushed me to tears....
and two, because I had worn my hair in dog-ears that day.
So maybe, then, you can understand how it felt to open up my email this morning and see this -
|And seriously....DirecTV did just take Nickelodeon away and I WILL be making a call.|
Ask my kids if I went a little berserk.
If I maybe ran around like I'd just chopped off my fingertip with a butcher knife.
If I paused mid-run to do a strange happy jig and shout, "HE KNOWS I'M ALIVE! HE KNOWS I'M ALIVE!"
If I had to sit for a moment with my head between my knees taking deep breaths IN through my nose...OUT through my mouth.
If I fumbled with my phone/ipad/computer trying desperately to pull up his actual page to see if, in fact, he had re-tweeted me (which I couldn't do and Thing 1 had to do for me because my hands were shaking....and because I do not know how Twitter actually works).
|Proof. He knows I'm alive!|
Oh, and believe me - this photo will be ironed on a nightshirt and pillow case ASAP.
And maybe a mouse-pad. And a coffee mug...
And what is funny is that over the past few months I've had an idea brewin' for a blog post on how different it is for tweens and teens today to
stalk stay up-to-date on the daily minute-by-minute happenings of their celebrity crushes.
Thing 1 can tell us (and believe me...she does) 20x a day what the boys of One Direction are doing...what they are eating...who they are kissing...what they are allergic to and show us photos of them doing it all. Constantly.
Not sayin' I can't/don't do the same with celebrities via Twitter. It's just so different from when we were kids and only had access to seeing them or hearing them if they were on television or if we saw their photos in Tiger Beat. They lived their exiting lives only in our imaginations (and the fact that to help me get to sleep I would sometimes play a little game I liked to call, "What is Scott Baio doing right now?" might add to the momentousness of this story and will hopefully not make you laugh at me too hard. But I stopped doing that in like
Was it better then? Not sure. More romantic? Absolutely. Nevertheless, I'd have given anything in 1982 to know what Scott Baio ate for dinner or that he had the flu last week or have been able to see current photos of him every day. And it would have absolutely blown my little mind to know that one day I'd be able to know when he played golf, what he was cooking for breakfast, and seen photos of him out with his family - all on my phone.
And I'd love - LOVE - to go back in time and tell my 12 year old self that one day he'd read something I wrote and he'd like what I said enough that he'd send it along to 50,000 of his friends (but I don't have to wonder what I'd have done. Flatlined is what I'd have done).
I just wish he didn't have to see my Twitter photo wearing those stupid New Year's Eve glasses.
Might as well as have had dog-ears.
It'll take me a long time to come down from this one.
Thankfully Husband and the Things are used to my 'crazy' and are very well-aware of the Baio-lovin' girl who still lives in me...and who just had one of her biggest tweeny-boppin' fantasies come true.
UPDATE!! Friday, October 5.....
Geesh, Scott, just friend me already.