Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The Spice Girls: A Thousand Words Is Worth No Pictures

The good news: OMG the Spice Girls concert was the SINGLE GREATEST EXPERIENCE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE. It was everything I'd hoped for and so much more! EEEEP!

The bad news: I didn't have a camera to document it.

The story of how this travesty came to be is a twisting tale that involves me very nearly dumping my boyfriend at the Mandalay Bay arena. I'll recount it only briefly, because every time I think about it I want to simultaneously strangle him, slap myself in the face, and cry. It's a sore subject.

So, as we're getting ready to go to the concert, my boyfriend points out that the tickets say "NO CAMERAS" in large, ominous letters. I respond with something along the lines of "Fuck that, I'll hide it in one of my body cavities." My boyfriend then proceeds to tell me that when he went to a Tool concert, beefy security guards were confiscating cameras and throwing them in barrels of burning oil (I may be exaggerating a bit here, but you get the point). I say, "But my readers! They're expecting pictures!" He says, "Security will search you! You'll lose your camera!" It was then that I made one of the worst decisions of my life: with visions of confiscation dancing in my head, I listened to my boyfriend for the first time in our three year courtship. I left my camera in the hotel.

As soon as I entered the arena, I came upon hordes of screeching girls and gay men excitedly snapping pictures, documenting the apex of their existence. You know how some cultures feel that every time someone takes a picture, it takes away part of your soul? Well, I pretty much get that now.

Anyway, enough of that downer drivel. No pictures of the concert, boohoo. I shall paint you a picture with words! But before I do that, let me paint you a picture with...pictures--a couple I took before and after the concert. Here's what I wore:

Tyra would chide me for not having a neck in this picture. Damn. Anyway, I went for "less is more" because I knew I'd be throwing on a tour t-shirt as soon as I got there, and then dancing myself into a sweaty mess. Both prophecies came true, so I was glad I left my scratchy sequins at home.

And here's what I spent my life savings on:

Dear Friends: This is why you're going to get crappy Christmas gifts. Sorry.

And here's where I actually use words:

Our seats were two sections up from the floor, diagonal from the stage. Three fifty-year-old Scottish men were drinking heavily in the seats in front of us, and since they didn't have any women with them and looked alternately angry and confused throughout the concert, I assumed that they'd fallen asleep at last night's boxing match, woken up at the Spice Girls, and just gone with it.

The way the arena was set up, the box seats for rich people were right above our section, but instead of being boxed in with bulletproof glass and "STAY OUT, PEASANTS!" signs, they were wide open. If we were so inclined, we could reach out and touch the rich people in these seats. It was pleasantly egalitarian.

So anyway, about ten minutes after we sit down, people start pointing to the skybox right behind our seats and shrieking and snapping photos. We turn around, and there's a guy standing there waving at the crowd. He looked sort of like Woody Harrelson after a severe bar fight. The Scottish drunkards were jumping up and down excitedly, so we asked them what the big deal was. "That's Ricky Hatton," they cheered. "He lost to Mayweather last night!"

I pretended to be impressed by this, and called my brother to brag about it. He was impressed. I went back to guilt-tripping my boyfriend about the camera.

A few minutes later, the screams erupted again, ten times stronger, and people started rushing toward our section. I looked back at the box, and DAVID FUCKING BECKHAM was now standing there, ten feet away from me. I nearly DIED. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so good looking in my life. I gasped and made a comment to my boyfriend that I would more than happily have sexual relations with Mr. Beckham. My boyfriend said, "Me too." So that worked out well.

By this time it's about 9:00, and the concert was supposed to have started at 8. Finally, the lights dim and the crowd goes crazy. I glance up at the rich people box one more time, and Becks has taken a seat next to Hatton. A woman is walking toward them. She has incredible hair. Like, really incredible hair. Like, the place is almost dark and her hair is still blinding me with its potent shine. How much do you have to pay to get hair like that HOLY SHIT IT'S KATIE HOLMES! AND OH MY GOD TOM CRUISE IS RIGHT BEHIND HER DOING THAT CREEPY THING HE DOES WHERE HE HOLDS HER HAND UP IN THE AIR AND THEN GESTURES TO HER AS IF HE'S WAITING FOR EVERYONE TO SAY, "VERY NICE WOMAN YOU HAVE THERE, TOM" AND HOLY HELL THEY JUST SAT DOWN NEXT TO BECKHAM AND LIKE HALF THE WORLD'S TOTAL WEALTH IS NOW WITHIN FIFTEEN FEET OF MY GRASP! GAAAAHHH!

I was a bit starstruck.

But can you believe that? Out of all the Spice Girls concerts in all the world they choose this one, and sit down right next to me? I could barely control my bladder. I do have to say that I have never felt any attraction to Tom Cruise before, but good god that man could fill a stadium with his charisma. His smile is like a tractor beam. And I am now a Scientologist.

Alright, I'm done with the name dropping. Actually I'm not. About three-quarters of the way through the concert, I glanced to my left and who is sitting there but Fergie, Duchess of York and Star of Weight Watchers Commercials! She was with her daughter, Princess Beatrice (thank you Wikipedia), who was rocking it out. Those royals know how to boogie.

But now, let's get to the actual concert. The girls came out in their fab Roberto Cavalli outfits (he even knocked off an Adidas workout suit for Sporty), and answered my prayers by opening with "Spice Up Your Life," just as they did in the climactic concert scene of that cinematic classic, Spice World. Next was "Stop" and then an appropriately vampy performance of "The Lady is a Vamp." I self-actualized, and danced my ass off.

They took a break to say "We love you, Vegas," and then sang "Headlines," which we all pretended to like. After that, they each sang a solo number. And when I say "they each sang a solo number," I mean Ginger, Baby, Scary, and Sporty sang solo numbers. Posh...walked up and down a catwalk silently. But I don't know, I felt sort of bad for Posh. Pretty much the whole concert she maintained the facial expression of someone who had grabbed the mike to do some karaoke, and, about ten seconds into their song, realizes they're so not drunk enough to be doing this. Perhaps David's judging eyes made her freeze up?

Other Notes and Observations:
  • Ginger got skinny. Like, Posh skinny. Remember when she was all curvy and saucy and fun? Not anymore. I was worried her dancers were going to crack her in two like a ginger snap. (heh. heh.)
  • Sporty can really sing.
  • During Scary's solo, she brought a male audience member up on stage, strapped him to a ladder, and simulated fellatio on him for like five minutes. It was certainly scary.
  • Baby Spice is adorable.
  • Halfway through the concert, my boyfriend told me that I look like Baby Spice. This is when I started loving my boyfriend again.
  • I missed pretty much all of the concert because I was staring at David Beckham.
So there you have it. My Spice Girls experience. See? Who needs a camera when a plodding, long-winded explanation will suffice?

35 comments:

jj said...

HILARIOUS! Loved it!

tiff said...

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

DAVID BECKHAM in the flesh is worth whatever you paid for those tickets?

And your boyfriend going with you? Qualifies him for "Boyfriend of the Year" honors for sure!

Biz said...

Agreeing with the Boyfriend of The Year sentiment. BACK IN THE DAY, my father took me to a Backstreet Boys concert. I think I still owe him back favors for that, bless his heart.

ps i'm still jealous :(

Anonymous said...

I bet none of that would have ever happened if you had your camera...seriously.

Kori said...

AAAH that sounds amazing! Lucky:)

Catie said...

omg...amazing. I'm glad you wrote about it and I could have my vicarious Spice Girls concert through you.

Nerd Girl said...

You are funny as hell! Thanks for sharing - I hope your boyfriend never has to make good on his confession that he too would do Becks!

kristine said...

this is a seriously amazing account of the concert. JEALOUS!!

Clar said...

I'm so glad other people stop loving and start loving their boyfriends based on compliments/annoyingness

Nora said...

Because I read your blog every day, I'm going to start telling people the story like this "My friend was touching distance from David Beckham! And Katie Holmes and creepy Tom Cruise!" I know we've never met but now you're making it into all my best stories. By the way, this was a hilarious posting and I agree with Clar's comment...

ambika said...

Holy shitballs, I can't believe you saw Tom Cruise in the flesh and didn't melt. And I totally believe you about Katie's hair shine. Those celebrities...

And your description of Posh 'singing'--it makes so much sense to me and pretty much describes her whole personality.

Jenni said...

WOW!!! Sounds like you had a GREAT time! And yes, I am jealous of the celebrity sightings!

I used to be a Britney fan, and once saw her at an Nsync concert...I thought I was going to die...I didn't even really see her face...but it was a moment I will never forget!

Giancarlo said...

Fantastic account of the evening, my friend...but how did you make it this far in life without learning to sneak a camera into a concert?

There are, um, certain places that male bouncers aren't allowed to search. Know what I mean?

Meg said...

HIS VIBES DID CONVERT YOU! Amazing. I might have liked this more than pictures.

Christine said...

I am so jealous that I can't read your blog anymore. Ok, not that jealous, but almost. I live & die by the spice girls & I can't see them!

Krista said...

Holy fuck Winona. I am so jealous. First of all, the Spice Girls bring me back to my adolescence AND I cannot believe you were so incredibly close to David Beckham! Wow, I have never seen celebrities that close up. Although I think I would have vomited when I saw Tom Cruise even remotely close to me. That man gives me the heebie geebies.

Henry said...

So can I expect a copy of the "Spice World" Director's cut DVD for Christmas?

MizzJ said...

How does one "simulate fellatio"?? Considering she's in an arena mostly full of women, it seems kindof an odd thing for Scary to do! hahaha love this post, it's hilarious! And Posh doesn't need to sing! She's the hottest one of the bunch! Does anyone know what Sporty has been doing all these years??

LallaLydia said...

Winona,glad you and Nick made it back safe and sound from your greatest self-actualization moment ever (so far). Sounds amazing! Don't beat Nick up too bad he was trying to be a good boyfriend and avoid a situation with you getting "tickled" in sensitive placers by beefy Vegas bouncers. Are you really a scientologist now?

Sister Libby said...

Lordy. That's an excellent story. I am more jealous than you could ever guess. Plus, you saw Beckham, who is one delicious piece of man-meat.

manderz said...

I'm dying of jealousy. DYING.

(stupid island.)

shredz said...

Hi!

DAVID BECKHAM? Oh wow, I would've fainted. And the tees are so wicked! I want one! You're super lucky to have gotten tickets, I think they sold out in 10 seconds, right?

I’ve just started my own fashion related blog and need all the support I can get!

Here is the link: http://shredz.blogspot.com/

I was wondering if we could do a link swap and if you could add me to the list of blogs on your page?

I’ve already added you to my favs :)

Keep up the great work!

Thanks (and please reply back)

x. Diamond Eyes

Heather said...

Jealousy... And your outfit was ultracute.

Lady Language said...

Wow! You made me feel like I was actually there with you. Does anyone like "Headlines"? I feel sorry for Posh too (well, maybe not, she does have David, wealth, cute kids...). thanks for sharing Winona - as always you rock!

Candid Cool said...

david beckham....

belly said...

Ha! My husband and I both read "The Game" for larfs and the author pretty much says the same thing about Tom Cruise - he also calls him a "true alpha male", which is hilariously douchey.

gaby said...

OMG! OMG! I'm soooo jealous! I devoured every single word you wrote about the concert! And I agree, David Beckham is the hottest man ever. About scary spice doing that simulation...ewww, it's no wonder she isn't called classy spice.
As always, loved your post!

ms. spinach said...

that was seriously awesome.

also, i might need a Wannabe t-shirt asap.

Life's a Wardrobe said...

WOW! Sounds amazing! So jelous right now!

Emma said...

I am weeping with jealousy.
Also, I love your little slip-dress-type thing! Where did you find that gem?

Anonymous said...

I SWEAR not all of us Scots are drunk all the time!
And excuse me Winona's Boyfriend, I'll think you'll find Lady W is WAAAAYY better looking than Baby Spice!
Oh, on a side note: I can't access your site much anymore for some reason - it seems to freeze and I can't get on. I've been missing my cheering dose of Lady W humour.

Blue Floppy Hat said...

I am soooooooooo jealous. But so thrilled for you...

daddylikeyblog said...

Aaahhh these are the best comments ever! I'm so in love with you guys!

Nora--Don't worry, I talk about you guys as my friends every day. Sample sentence: "Me and my friend Nora had a really witty conversation today. Then we exchanged BFF necklaces."

Emma--
It's a vintage slip that I found tucked away at this teeny tiny little antique store. A great find, even though it's quite sheer (thank god for LEGGINGS! yes I just said it).

Queeny Masquerading as Anonymous--
Does my site still freeze for you? This is quite upsetting news--I was wondering where my Queenies went! I'm going to try to remedy this problem immediately, even though I have no idea how. I'll probably just pray a lot to every god I can think of. Faith will heal my webpage!

Diana @ So Fash'on said...

i actually really love your skirt! hugs

Teresa said...

HOLY MUTHA OF DAVID BECKHAM I am beyond envious. I will settle with going to the concert vicariously through this blog.

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