Well, I woke up at 6 freaking O'clock in the morning 'cause that's when we were leaving. 'Course, I'm kinda used to waking up at unimaginable hours due to my unimaginable schedule that I will only reveal to close friends for fear of being crucified. Nevermind.

I had slept very little last night(Considering me)'cause I know that I'll be spending the whole of the trip sleeping, and of course that's what happened. Nine hour trip, I slept through five hours. Which was what I planned. Mission accomplished.

For the rest of the while I listened to the No Strings Attached album and thought deep thoughts. Like, if I were to scream at Joey that I wanted to impregnate him, would Lonnie kick my ***? Also, how the heck am I supposed to get rid of these two extra tickets I had because my two cousins who were supposed to come now can't and my brother would rather spend his birthday not watching *NSYNC. Wow, let me just think about that for a second. The most reasonable thing would be to sell them, but I know *NSYNC discourages scalping. Maybe I could sell it for a lower price, like twenty bucks. That's not scalping, is it? With my people skills, I'll probably just end up throwing them at the nearest person under the age of sixteen and run. Waitaminute, wouldn't they end up sitting next to me? That would be kinda embarrassing.

Halfway through we stopped at a Jack in the Box and I swear I had too much to eat. My conscious mind is just screaming, "NO! Not an Ultimate Cheeseburger! Get something smaller!" But my primitive carnivorous instincts just told me to "Eat, eat, eat, all day long, eat eat eat while I sing this..." So now I wound up with gas or something. Ugh.

So we wound up at the Rio and I had to stand there for about an hour while my uncle talked with registrations people and we dragged our baggage around looking for the dang elevators. Let me tell you, when staying at the Rio, don't get the four-digits numbered rooms. They are located in the most outrageously out-of-place location, just around the corner where all the partying commotion is and not a fun place to drag your luggage around. I mean, I packed light, but dragging is dragging.

We ate our dinner at a huge multicultural buffet place, and I wished that I wasn't still in midst of recovering from ODing on cheeseburgers so I could fully enjoy the dang food like the growing little fat boy that I am. Instead I wound up eating very little and my grandma was literally shoving chicken down my throat. On the other hand, their sushi was good. But don't get the ice cream. Anyway...

I went back up to our Jesus-Christ-himself-couldn't-have-found-it-out-of-place room because I'm not old enough to enjoy gambling like the rest of my posse, er, family. But before I did that I went to a gift shop and bought one of those wind-up cameras which I can hopefully sneak in by strapping it to my crotch or something(Hey, I'm sure you've all done it before). I also got the 100 Greatest Pop Songs edition of Rolling Stone. *NSYNC was fifty something with Bye Bye Bye. Dang, that's not fair at all. Tomorrow when I go to MGM I'll have to search the gift shops for a pair of binoculars because I forgot to get them before I came. Dang, I came prepared.

Back in the room I watched a bit of Charmed. It was the episode with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and dangit I wanted to see some blood fly! But nooooooo because Charmed is a show that doesn't grasp at its chances to kick some booty like Buffy it just had a kinda week resolution. I needed to see people fighting people. So I decided to buy a movie on the services thing, namely X-Men(I know, know...). But halfway through people who I refuse to name kept calling me on the hotel phone. How did they get the number anyway?(I'm sure I know but I refuse to actually use logical thought at this hour of the night) Throughout the movie I kept thinking about how Ian Mckellan is really not fit for Magneto...I mean no offense but Magneto should be imposing and Sir Mckellan kinda looks frail.

My family came back up after their super-duper fun night of trying to win money, and while they got ready to sleep I tried to find a way to hack the hotel phone lines so that my laptop can connect to the internet. Of course it didn't work. But here I am, typing away this day's journal(Which I'll later copy and paste onto html), listening to NSYNC's Winter Album. I think I might try to type out some of the html for "A Day in the Life of Joey Fatone"(My next big project)while I'm here, but really I think I'll just stop here. Tomorrow...*NSYNC! Wish me autographs! Since I'm staying till Sunday I hope I can actually get tickets for Saturday night's show too(I wish...maybe I can trade my existing two tickets for Saturday's instead. Maybe I'll just buy from a scalper myself. I know it's unconventional, but...)

'Twas a good day. 'Twas truly a good day. What a glorious day. I'm very happy, albeit with the hoarsest throat I've ever had and the most massive brain-haze in the world. 'Twas a good day.

Let me not bore you all with intricate, intricate details. Well, okay, I will. It hadn't occurred to me that the MGM theme park would be closed this season, but obviously it was. Dang. But it was okay; I had some *N to SYNC, not going on a coupla roller coasters ain't a big deal.

1:00�I went and got binoculars at Wal-Mart, not knowing that A) I wouldn't really need them or B) binoculars are sold at the concerts anyway. But I'll get into that later.

3:00-20ish�I sold my other two tickets to two girls for twenty bucks each, just like I joked that I would but never really thought about. I don't know what crack I was on. I plead temporary insanity. At the time it felt good, what with them telling me that they loved me and all, but now that I look back on it was it really smart? It made me feel like a great human being, but being stupid is being stupid, no way around it. I hope that those two girls had a great time, just like me(Getting into that later), that the ends were justified.

5:10...After walking around casinos for a while, I got "dinner" at the McDonald's within the MGM. I was too excited to really eat that much, really...I just had a fish sandwich and some fries. 5:30...Got in line for the concert at the Grand Garden Arena.

My No Strings Attached Concert Review!

I stayed at another relative's that night(Someone once joked to me that all Chinese people are related to each other in some way...I laughed because it was indeed sooooo true), logged on using their phonelines and chatted with a couple of folks who went to the concert too. Checked my mail. Stayed up till 4 am.

'Twas a good day.

So I just saw an *NSYNC concert the other day. I didn't have any other tickets. I guess now is the time for me to go into my post-concert *NSYNC lapse stage.

Or not.

I have asked many people about my following behavior and they have all said that it was justified, not a big deal, don't feel guilty.

I got a ticket about four hours before the show started from a dad who didn't wanna go with his two girls. He sold it to me for the exact same price that he got it for, 65 bucks.

I thought it was a fair deal. The man desperately didn't want to go, I desperately wanted to, we both ended up happier, and I doubt the two daughters really needed their father there when they scream for Justin to take off his shirt. He was a nice man from Texas and we shook hands and we laughed at the insanity of it all and everything was cool. I got to go to two *NSYNC concerts in a row.

Is this considered scalping? At the time it didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong. I know that *NSYNC seriously discourages against unauthorized merchandising of their tickets in any form, but as I said he didn't charge any more than what he paid for(In fact if we count shipping and handling he probably paid more for the ticket in the first place), all parties concerned walked away satisfied(In my case, I was ready to perform manual labor for this personal Jesus Christ).

So as I've said, people are cool.

Note: About ten seconds before I met Mr. Texas I did actually meet up with scalpers...these two guys who obviously had a chip on their shoulders was all, "Hey, you want these tickets!?" They clearly were the type of people who had every intention of buying the tickets and then selling them for a higher price. They were rude too. The scary thing is, I probably would have gone back and bought it off them if I hadn't met Mr. Texas...downside to being obsessed with *NSYNC...

So anyway, I went to two concerts. In a row. OMG. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. The second concert didn't vary too much from the first one; Chris made a joke about Lance and dog poo and a girl threw Joey a shirt that said "Super Santa!" on it and I sat in row 106, actually next to two of the most unresponsive *NSYNC fans I've ever met...they just stood there and did nothing...but anyway if you want check out my pics from the second concert, I stayed in the same place throughout this time but the pics are still good...I think...

Another thing I learned...watching *NSYNC concerts make me hungry(Not like that, you sickos!). Afterwards I pigged out on Big Macs and Chicken McNuggets and had a bowl of fried rice.

I walked back to the Luxor(Where we were staying for the night), which let me tell ya had the most claustraphobic conditions...the rooms were like tilted and...nevermind. Up the elevators I met a group of people who were at the concert too(They had the Justin bandanna thing going on)and I think I said something unintelligible, but they were nice.

In the hotel room I shared with my grandparents, I couldn't sleep so I turned on the TV and watched the last half hour of SNL with Britney Spears. Pretty funny, but knowing SNL the last thirty minutes meant about, oh, three skits? Then I went to bed.

Drive home...Holiday traffics...TWELVE HOURS...and I'm back putting all this in html a week later. Thus concludes my trip.



"Yay! You saw *NSYNC!"