Like most people, I count my High School and college graduations, my wedding day and the births of my children as my life’s major moments.
With apologies to Saguaro High School, ASU, NAU, Husband and the Things, something happened earlier today that trumped them all.
Scott Baio re-tweeted me.
SCOTT BAIO RE-TWEETED ME.
I can die now.
I couldn’t write this earlier because it’s literally taken all day for the oxygen to return to my fingertips.
To understand – just a little – the mind-blowingness of this and the hysteria that ensued (and is still ensuing now…10 hours later), I should give you a brief history of my childhood obsession/infatuation/mania with Scott Baio (synonyms, I’m aware, but you need to combine all three to get to the level I was at from about 1979-1983).
Other than my inappropriate older-man crush on Donny Osmond, Chachi Arcola was IT for me. I died (along with the studio audience) every single time he made his entrance on Happy Days. And I believe I’ve told you before that a fun fact about me that I’m quite proud of is that I can still sing the theme song to “Joanie Loves Chachi” by heart.
I obviously do not have a lot of depth.
I’m not at all embarrassed to admit that I was one of probably 200 people who not only bought his album (shut up) but knew the lyrics to every song and defended his vocal ability to all the critics. My best friend and I spent hours laying on my bedroom floor passing this album cover back and forth absolutely swooning listening him sing (to us, of course) “tell me guurrrlll…what was in that kiss, that made me feel like this?”
When I was about 10 my family took a trip to Magic Mountain in California and upon arrival discovered that Scott Baio would be performing LIVE there that day.
Ask my kids if I went a little berserk.
And what’s funny is that over the past few months I’ve had an idea brewin’ for a blog post on how different it is for tweens and teens today to stalk stay up-to-date on the daily minute-by-minute happenings of their celebrity crushes.
Not sayin’ I can’t/don’t do the same with celebrities via Twitter. It’s just so different from when we were kids and only had access to seeing them or hearing them if they were on television or if we saw their photos in Tiger Beat. They lived their exiting lives only in our imaginations (and the fact that to help me get to sleep I would sometimes play a little game I liked to call, “What is Scott Baio doing right now?” might add to the momentousness of this story. But I totally stopped doing that in like 1995 1984).
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