So I guess I met the Jonas Brothers.
And I guess it was amazing.
I'm just kidding. It was AMAZING. A certain someone should know she's the best person in the world for making it happen.
Prologue: I am 5 foot, 10 and 1/2 inches in stocking feet. I was wearing 3 and 1/2 inch heels making me a total of 6 foot, 2 inches. So the JoBros are about 5'9" - 5'10"
1) I love that Kevin is their ambassador. He really brightly says, "Hello!" and holds his hand out to you when you walk in to make you feel instantly at ease and not like you're intruding. Unfortunately this had the effect of making the M&G suddenly felt like a work function, and they were all nearly in danger of hearing about what I do for a living.
2) I didn't not look Nick in the eye but instead at his belt. Because I was thinking, "WHITE BELT! UGH, WHY ISN'T JOE WEARING IT INSTEAD OF FLANNEL?" I shook his hand but did not really notice him.
3) I then said to Joe (inanely) "Hello, Joe," in an accidentally seductive way. Why do I flirt with men I think are gay?
4) At first I tried to stand at the end because they were in a pretty tight line (them against the world the crazies) but then I realized I was supposed to be in the middle so I said, "Oh I guess I should squeeze in" and one them, lord knows, said, "Yeah get in there!" LOLS.
5) Joe and I make smugly derpy faces. Kevin looks sweet. Nick looks the same.
6) I immediately leave without saying thank you because I'm concerned about where my purse is.
SUMMARY: WHY DO I ACT LIKE A THIRTY-SIX YEAR OLD MOM IN MOST SITUATIONS?
PS- My original idea was to have them all hold books and pretend to read and to hope that Nick held his upside down. But liminalliz said the management would probably think I wanted them signed so I went for generic lameness instead.