I'm not sure if you guys have seen this pic of me and clay (it's at clay's pics and graphics. but you can find it at radio 93.1 website. under singapore girl meets clay or something like that)
www.radionow931.com/wankandobrien/gallery/ss2k3_studio.aspx
anyway i decided to give you a blow by blow account of what happened. Note: I'm still on an adrenaline high so many things happened today it's almost unreal.
where to start: okay i wake up at about 6am in indianapolis in a hotel room with katforclay, geri and jennifer. We are going to meet the others in welcoming clay at the radio station where he was giving an interview. Aaaaw how sweet, isn't that a true demonstration of our utter and sometimes stupid devotion to the man that is clay. So it's 18 degrees outside and i'm in three layers, we aim to be there by 7am because claybaby is arriving at 9am. 2 hours we shouldn't miss him. It's my first time in the states and i have never seen snow before. Let me tell you 18 degrees is COLD the chill goes right through the bone and the blistering winds how can we forget, so we walk four blocks to the radio station in this weather all pumped to see clay. We turn a corner to the radio station and i'm like 'No way. It's official clay fans are CRAZY' . I expected what like 10-15 fans waiting outside already, before us. Instead i see more like 60 fans, not good at estimating but there was a CROWD at 7am!!! In arctic conditions!!!! With their clay signs! i found out later the true madness/genuis of some of these cold weather resilent polar bears claymates. They were there at 3.30am. read it. 3.30am.
so i join the crowd and before long everyone knows i'm from singapore, thanks so my sign and kat, geri and flo. They are completely surprised that i flew all the way down to see clay. My reaction was mainly it's to see clay! Of course i would, btw i should let you know that the clay fans outside the radio station were so precious, they offered me hand warmers and stuff, i thanked them profusely despite my numb upper lip abd bise which rendered me almost incapable of proper pronuciation. The djs wank and o brien came up to shake my hand and tell me how great it was that i came down to see clay (note, i'm paraphrasing, what they said came off more like ' You came from SINGAPORE to see Clay in INDIANAPOLIS??!!' their disbelif was evident)
so we wait around and i take time to admire the INCREDILE signs made by the claymates, the peta sign is classic (People for the exceptional talent of clay aiken) and the sign with xmas lights around it, the whole atmosphere was that of anticipation and nervousness. wait maybe not nervousness but i was shivering, the local news station films my sign (which said : I travelled from Singapore to see someone special) and me. At this point i realize, omg i'm crazy.
Being situated at a corner, the radio station is a bit like a fish bowl, two walls were glass so all the clay fans including myself were surrounding the radio station like bees to honey.. The time ticked away slowly, they played invisible and the djs talked to us abit. The crowd was so hyped and crazy at this point! it was not a hush hush shivershiver gathering. It was more a Ohmigawd i'm cold and i can't wait to see clay, i love your sign what's your boardname. Very festive!
so about 8tish, i think can't be sure, kim l comes in and we go crazy at every mention of clay i don't remember much here becuase by this time, i was hypothermic.. j/k. so up next soon soon we knew if would be the sexy man himself coming into the station!. 9am nadaa, i focus my attention on the lobby of the building which is connected to the radio station and whose doors are glass. I stared and wait in anticipation of a back door arrival clay. I have already noticed at this point the increased anal-retentives of the security guard. ah hah clay must be near. So i stand with some really nice clay fans i met through nikki and we wait. All of the sudden, at about 9.10 i see vanassa his funky as heck manager walking out from a door walking in the direction of the connective doors of the radio station and lobby. I freeze, behind i see this lanky guy, with a hooded sweatshirt and what looked like sweatpants, he's looking down with his glass on and a little smile on his face. i also notice a yellow undershirt thing peeking beneath his sweatshirt.
guess who it is!!
i yell out omg that's clay, they are walking fast though and soon enough they are in the radio station and the frenzied crowd outside in the chilly weather goes crazy for our red head wonder.
so he's sounding all cute and southern with a hint of a cold. and to be honest i could NOT hear the begining of the interview everything was so loud and chaotic, i just stuck myself to the glass pane and soaked in the view of the clayton, the clayton in his boyish majesty just a few feet from the glass window i was at. sigh if only the other hundred people weren't around it would be a perfect moment.
I'm NOT sure what happens next but flo gets me and she says something like we are going in they want to meet the girl who came from Singapore. I'm like omg, clay,meet,me. omgomgomgomgomgomg. i'm wearing stupid pink hat.omgomgomogmogmg
so i calmy walk through to lobby doors, through the radio station doors and into the radio station. It's quiet and I can hear the dying strains of the cheers outside, everything feels surreal. I am in the same room as clay aiken.. he is sitting comfortably in a chair a few feet away with the headphones on and speaking candidly to the djs. he is on the air and it's a different world from the chaotic outside. I stand outside the inner sanctuary for a while a few seconds, admiring the pantheon of gods. (only because clay's in the room) .
Then they are into a commericial break, i walk confident in stride, jelly inside, obrien turns to me and says hey you came from singapore to see clay what's your name, so i tell him, with a wide smile and a semi confident look. i hope to god i looked confident and not stupid
NOTE: everything is blurrly here, take everything with a pinch of salt, my senses merged and i could not think straight , walk straight and i pulled my silly hat off but decided to quickly put it on again in case i had hat hair. i walked towards clay aiken, and people are talking in the room they are staying things like she came here just to see yyou and he was like 'oh really, (in that cute voice with that southern twang).' and he smiles at me. i don't remember what he looks like, don't ask me please. i remember glasses, no makeup clean look and because it was 9nish there was light filling the room and he glowed. i was still smiling at this point remembering what fynn told me that evewryone freezes up in front of clay and starts babbling . so i made a conscious decison then to NOT let that happen to me
www.radionow931.com/wankandobrien/gallery/ss2k3_studio.aspx
anyway i decided to give you a blow by blow account of what happened. Note: I'm still on an adrenaline high so many things happened today it's almost unreal.
where to start: okay i wake up at about 6am in indianapolis in a hotel room with katforclay, geri and jennifer. We are going to meet the others in welcoming clay at the radio station where he was giving an interview. Aaaaw how sweet, isn't that a true demonstration of our utter and sometimes stupid devotion to the man that is clay. So it's 18 degrees outside and i'm in three layers, we aim to be there by 7am because claybaby is arriving at 9am. 2 hours we shouldn't miss him. It's my first time in the states and i have never seen snow before. Let me tell you 18 degrees is COLD the chill goes right through the bone and the blistering winds how can we forget, so we walk four blocks to the radio station in this weather all pumped to see clay. We turn a corner to the radio station and i'm like 'No way. It's official clay fans are CRAZY' . I expected what like 10-15 fans waiting outside already, before us. Instead i see more like 60 fans, not good at estimating but there was a CROWD at 7am!!! In arctic conditions!!!! With their clay signs! i found out later the true madness/genuis of some of these cold weather resilent polar bears claymates. They were there at 3.30am. read it. 3.30am.
so i join the crowd and before long everyone knows i'm from singapore, thanks so my sign and kat, geri and flo. They are completely surprised that i flew all the way down to see clay. My reaction was mainly it's to see clay! Of course i would, btw i should let you know that the clay fans outside the radio station were so precious, they offered me hand warmers and stuff, i thanked them profusely despite my numb upper lip abd bise which rendered me almost incapable of proper pronuciation. The djs wank and o brien came up to shake my hand and tell me how great it was that i came down to see clay (note, i'm paraphrasing, what they said came off more like ' You came from SINGAPORE to see Clay in INDIANAPOLIS??!!' their disbelif was evident)
so we wait around and i take time to admire the INCREDILE signs made by the claymates, the peta sign is classic (People for the exceptional talent of clay aiken) and the sign with xmas lights around it, the whole atmosphere was that of anticipation and nervousness. wait maybe not nervousness but i was shivering, the local news station films my sign (which said : I travelled from Singapore to see someone special) and me. At this point i realize, omg i'm crazy.
Being situated at a corner, the radio station is a bit like a fish bowl, two walls were glass so all the clay fans including myself were surrounding the radio station like bees to honey.. The time ticked away slowly, they played invisible and the djs talked to us abit. The crowd was so hyped and crazy at this point! it was not a hush hush shivershiver gathering. It was more a Ohmigawd i'm cold and i can't wait to see clay, i love your sign what's your boardname. Very festive!
so about 8tish, i think can't be sure, kim l comes in and we go crazy at every mention of clay i don't remember much here becuase by this time, i was hypothermic.. j/k. so up next soon soon we knew if would be the sexy man himself coming into the station!. 9am nadaa, i focus my attention on the lobby of the building which is connected to the radio station and whose doors are glass. I stared and wait in anticipation of a back door arrival clay. I have already noticed at this point the increased anal-retentives of the security guard. ah hah clay must be near. So i stand with some really nice clay fans i met through nikki and we wait. All of the sudden, at about 9.10 i see vanassa his funky as heck manager walking out from a door walking in the direction of the connective doors of the radio station and lobby. I freeze, behind i see this lanky guy, with a hooded sweatshirt and what looked like sweatpants, he's looking down with his glass on and a little smile on his face. i also notice a yellow undershirt thing peeking beneath his sweatshirt.
guess who it is!!
i yell out omg that's clay, they are walking fast though and soon enough they are in the radio station and the frenzied crowd outside in the chilly weather goes crazy for our red head wonder.
so he's sounding all cute and southern with a hint of a cold. and to be honest i could NOT hear the begining of the interview everything was so loud and chaotic, i just stuck myself to the glass pane and soaked in the view of the clayton, the clayton in his boyish majesty just a few feet from the glass window i was at. sigh if only the other hundred people weren't around it would be a perfect moment.
I'm NOT sure what happens next but flo gets me and she says something like we are going in they want to meet the girl who came from Singapore. I'm like omg, clay,meet,me. omgomgomgomgomgomg. i'm wearing stupid pink hat.omgomgomogmogmg
so i calmy walk through to lobby doors, through the radio station doors and into the radio station. It's quiet and I can hear the dying strains of the cheers outside, everything feels surreal. I am in the same room as clay aiken.. he is sitting comfortably in a chair a few feet away with the headphones on and speaking candidly to the djs. he is on the air and it's a different world from the chaotic outside. I stand outside the inner sanctuary for a while a few seconds, admiring the pantheon of gods. (only because clay's in the room) .
Then they are into a commericial break, i walk confident in stride, jelly inside, obrien turns to me and says hey you came from singapore to see clay what's your name, so i tell him, with a wide smile and a semi confident look. i hope to god i looked confident and not stupid
NOTE: everything is blurrly here, take everything with a pinch of salt, my senses merged and i could not think straight , walk straight and i pulled my silly hat off but decided to quickly put it on again in case i had hat hair. i walked towards clay aiken, and people are talking in the room they are staying things like she came here just to see yyou and he was like 'oh really, (in that cute voice with that southern twang).' and he smiles at me. i don't remember what he looks like, don't ask me please. i remember glasses, no makeup clean look and because it was 9nish there was light filling the room and he glowed. i was still smiling at this point remembering what fynn told me that evewryone freezes up in front of clay and starts babbling . so i made a conscious decison then to NOT let that happen to me
OMG!!!!!
