Instantly, the Rolodex in my mind started spinning. As I have posted before, I have many stories of concerts and musicians.Seeing her dress cracked me up and I recalled a "Tanya" story.
In 1994, I had a boyfriend, I'll call him *Frank*, who laaaaa-ved Tanya! She was coming to perform locally and so I surprised him with tickets. Great tickets, like so close I am sure I saw the boogers in her nose kind of tickets. Yeah, I'm convinced she had nasty boogers.
She was wearing this (sweat soaked) red, white, and blue shirt during her performance and promised to auction it off (ewwww and pew) after the show, proceeds going to a local charity. Indeed, she removed it after the show and the auction began. [She had a tiny camisole under the shirt that revealed she had horrible back acne.]
*Frank* was bidding like crazy, but didn't win the shirt. He was so disappointed. I decided next best thing would be to get him back stage to meet her.
I used my persuasive oratory and sure enough she was sitting there holding court for her mostly male fans.
*Frank* was a very hot looking guy and once we made our way up to her, she began talking with him.
Hummm, is she flirting?
It was late, party over and security was boot-scooting everyone out. Tanya got up and we were asked if we'd ... WE'D AS IN BOTH OF US ... like to step out to the tour bus.Did I hear a "hail yeah"?
Her security ushered us out the back door and the bus was there with the door open. She stepped in and *Frank* was right on her heels. Just as I approached the opening, about to take my first step up ::: slam ::: the doors were closed.
WTF?
I turned around, security was ignoring me. Everyone was ignoring me, especially Tanya.
So being the mature pissed-off lady that I was, I fist-pounded on the glass doors alternating flipping off the security guy in the bus while yelling "Open this f'ing door you zit-back bitch."
I know ... not a cool visual, eh?
To *Frank's* credit, he thought the whole thing crazy and shady and at the same time was backing up, out of the bus and trying to exit.
"Hey boy, git back here. I ain't done"
That was it, we left, security didn't say a thing, and neither of us could believe what happened.
So, I am not really a fan of hers.
I'm sure the whole thing was a big misunderstanding. [smirk]
