If only.
Lance was bartending.
JC gave an impromptu dance lesson.
LANCE WAS BARTENDING. JC WAS GIVING AN IMPROMPTU DANCE LESSON. Where was I? Hanging out in the Lower VIP room alternately eyeing the top of the winding staircase and the mass of girls crowded around the bottom of it, flipping their hair and batting their lashes and basically unsuccessfully trying to flirt their way up.
My life is FULL of if only's. If only we'd stayed just 30 minutes later in October, we'd have been partying WITH Lance. If only Aarti had paid the meter the first time on Friday, she'd have been hit on by the bodyguards and we'd have gone up. If only we hadn't looked at the "closed" sign by the back entrance to the VIP room when we first arrived (before we knew anyone was there) and said "Oh, it's closed? Okay." without trying to go up. If only we'd been more persistent, we probably could have gotten up there ONE way or another.
Argh.
The thing is, I don't want to meet them. Not really. What would I say? "Oh, hey, you don't know me, but my computer is full of pictures of you and links to pages full of information about you." I know too much about them to meet them. But what I wouldn't have given to have been in that room, sitting back and watching that dance lesson (because actually dancing in front of JC would be... bad, to say the least), buying a drink from Lance (and then giving it to Tammy because I was driving). But to know that I was there. If only.