Why Didn't They Tell Me Part 6

Note to readers: by reading this post in its entirety you solemnly COMMIT to not judge me by its contents. Given the fact that I was young and immature at the time this happened. There.

This post will be a little less traditional than the other "Why didn't they tell Me" posts...I found this picture from my Sophomore year of College and it always makes me laugh. And it's still Tuesday because it's 11:50 so deal with it.

Here's a little background: I was obsessed with Donny Osmond from High School until a few years ago. How did this obsession begin? I will tell you. Our high school was doing Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat as the musical that year and when I went to see it, I was AWESTRUCK with the guy playing Joseph. It wasn't that he was good looking per se--but his voice was like buttah. Seriously...he could sing. I saw it 3 more times out of the next 4 nights. Once I realized that I could buy the soundtrack to the BROADWAY cast I went to Media Play (aww, a moment of silence) to search for it. I found 2 versions and I'd heard the name Donny Osmond before so I chose the one with him starring in it. I have probably listened to that CD a thousand times since that day. I loved the music, I loved his voice and when I started finding out that he was a famous little Mormon kid as a child--I liked him even more. Fast forward 2 years and I got tickets to go see the Broadway Production of this musical with my friend Melissa Pederson. My mom surprised me with the tickets for Christmas--and what did I do? I cried. I'm so serious. I was SO EXCITED that I cried! Ahhh, teenage girls. Fast forward again a few more years and this is where the picture comes in.

Donny had just published a book that I had read and really enjoyed. He talks a lot about his social anxiety and I could really relate to that. It was a good read and it pretty much launched my obsession into overdrive. It wasn't that I was in LOVE with him, because I knew he was married and all that jazz. I just was stunned at how his music moved me. His voice is just so unique. Hello--if you've never heard his Christmas album--do yourself a favor and buy it this year. DANG.

This is where it gets good. My roommate at the time Stephanie and I went to Eagle Hardware in Orem and we were buying some things to hang stuff on our apartment walls. We were wandering around the store when somebody walked right by me that looked like Donny Osmond. I even did a double take but was sure it wasn't really him since he was kind of short and it's not how I imagined him looking from behind {not sure what I thought he'd look like!}. He was wearing a Broadway Musical t-shirt on...I think it was Cats. So we get to the check out stand and Stephanie remembers that she forgot something so she runs to grab it. Upon getting out of line she sees that Donny is standing right behind me in the line. She calls my name from across the store and gets my attention. She did the little finger pointing thing where she's trying to be nonchalant but at the same time letting me know that I needed to look behind me NOW. So I turned around and literally almost fell over. I turned around and looked at him and I'm sure my eyes got as wide as saucers and I whipped around again. I just remember standing there like an idiot trying to think of how I could possibly strike up a conversation with him. I seriously had this thought: "if I don't talk to him, I will regret it for the rest of my life". LOL. I can't believe how dramatic I was. Stephanie joins me in line and I turn around and just say "Donny?" He was trying SO HARD to go unnoticed but once I realized Donny Osmond was standing behind me I also realized that literally the entire store was watching his every move. I know some of you are wondering what he was buying. Batteries. Exciting, I know. ANYway, so I said something lame like "Are you Donny Osmond?"He answers that he is and then proceeds to ask me what MY name was and what I was studying in school and who my friend was and how we liked UVSC (now UVU) and blah blah blah. I didn't want to talk about ME, I wanted to talk about HIM. I think I squeezed a little "I really love your music" in there before the conversation ended. He clearly didn't want to talk about himself. Before I knew it I had signed my check and was walking out of the store saying "It was nice to meet you. See you later!"

Uh huh. Yep. See you later. Talk to you soon--since we get together frequently for dinner parties and play groups. Tell your wife to give me a jingle when she's ready to hit the stores after Thanksgiving. Sometimes I say the dumbest things...

So we walk out of the store and I seriously shout at the top of my lungs: "I just met Donny Osmond!" and threw my hands in the air. I was seriously so oblivious to the fact that people were probably "blessing my heart" all over the place. I was just elated that I actually met the guy! We drove home to our apartment and I was in such shock that what did I do? Yeah...I cried. Agan. At least it wasn't in front of him. Oh goll. Can you imagine?

Funny facts:
1. He's actually pretty short! Proabably around 5'7
2. The check that I wrote to the store was SO squiggly I could barely read the copy version. I was so nervous that my hand was shaking like a leaf.
3. I wrote a journal entry in the front cover of his book that began, "Today I met Donny Osmond"...

So here's the picture. The book, the poster, the T-shirt, the STORE RECEIPT and the CD that started it all. it just makes me laugh now because I sometimes crack myself up. :) Oh, and I was serious about buying his Christmas Album.