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.
I’ll say it again:
SCOTT BAIO RE-TWEETED ME.
I can die now.
You guys, 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. My heart pounded out of my chest 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 lying 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?”
(1) because I was so overwhelmed with emotion and love and adoration and the thought of seeing him in person just overwhelmed me; and (2) because I had worn my hair in dog-ears that day.
But I totally stopped doing that in like 1995 1984.
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 in our dreams.
Nevertheless, I’d have given anything in 1982 to know what Scott Baio ate for dinner or that he had the flu last week or have been able to see current photos of him every day. And it would have absolutely blown my little mind to know that one day I’d be able to know when he played golf, what he was cooking for breakfast, and seen photos of him out with his family – all on my phone.