Monday, April 6, 2009

What Happens In Vegas...Stays in Vegas???

I just got back from my 4 day trip to Vegas. My duties were to help out during a radio broadcast from the Academy of Country Music Awards. Sounds fun and exciting eh? Yes, I met many country stars (Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, Rascal Flatts, John Rich and many more) but I worked my ass off. I got in at noon and worked until 11pm that night. My boss for the 3 day adventure woke me up at 4:30am to get back at it. I do not do well without sleep. Not at all. My eyelids look like someone had beaten me with a ball bat. I guess the good thing about going around looking like that is people actually think I might have been out drinking all night long instead of working...adds to my cool factor. I worked all morning on Friday and the event started right at noon. It was insane. I cannot even describe to you the stress of it all. One country singer after another. I was downloading interview files and converting them and sending them to the radio station. Mucho stress.

We were about 20 minutes into this process when I look over at the Kansas City table and who do I see standing there?????????????????? Jared Allen. Uh huh. A football player in the middle of a mountain of country singers. It was like heaven. A dream come true. First, I think he is really hot so that always helps. Secondly, he is a sports star! I live for sports! Without thinking, I rushed over to him, leaving my post un-maned and getting me in BIG trouble with the boss. I tapped him on his massive bulging gun and he slowly turned around. I looked like a midget next to him. I told him I am a big fan of his, told him he is a BEAST (yep that came flying out of my mouth) and that I love watching him play and I was sooooooooooooooooooooooo mad when KC let him go up to Minnesota. He was laughing. Yep at me because I am a retard. The next thought that entered my head since I had already made a fool of myself was just to mount him. Can't help it, he is super hot. I talked myself down from that one thank goodness and just told him I am from Missouri and saw lots of his games and that I love his energy. He said thanks, I asked him to sign a playing card for me and he did. Poor bastard could not wait to get away from my stalker ass.

Anywho, that was by far the highlight of my trip. I was barely fed, got very little sleep and had no time to spend in the sports book. But I met Jared Allen!


Grumpy said...

Good story. And he has a good story to tell when he gets home. Bet he'll start traveling with a bodyguard now.

Chanin Bissinger said... doubt Grumpy!