What girl around my age hasn't had a Britney Spears obsession?

Back in the day she was all that and a bag of chips.
I still hold a special place for her in my heart. Even if she is currently off her rocker.

In middle school I heard, “Hit Me Baby One more Time” and saw the video on MTV.
I could not get over how awesomely sexy and sultry she was. Plus the dance moves. She had me with the dance moves.
I went out and bought the tape, THE TAPE, of the single and played it incessantly.

As soon as the CD came out I was hooked.
I watched every music video. I learned every dance. I dressed up like her for Halloween. (Every Year).

My obsession was what you could call extreme.
I would tell people that she was my second cousin.
Like, everyone.
I told all the people at my work, where I was a Lifeguard at the YMCA, my entire high school class and even the mail man.
I would eventually tell people I was kidding, but sometimes I would forget.

As a gift one year my friend gave me a life size cutout of her. I put it in my room. Where it stayed there for years.

I digress.

Everyone in my all girl's Catholic High school knew that I was BS obsessed.
Well this one girl, who I didn't know that well, had a father with connections.
So she invited me to come with her to meet: The Spears.

I was ecstatic. What would I wear? What would I say? Do?

Ok. We were going to go meet Britney at Texas Motor Speedway where she was presenting the Nascar Race.
I had never been to a Nascar race or anything like that for that matter.
It was interesting to say the least.

We get to the race and I ask “How many times do they go around the track? 3?”
I was clearly clueless since I discovered it's HUNDREDS of times. Oh.

Anyway, I was a ball of nerves before getting to meet her. I went to the bathroom to make sure there wasn't anything stuck in my braces and put my game face on.
We walk in the room and she isn't there yet. But I see her personal assistant and freind Felicia. Being the stalker that I am I go up to her and call her by her nick name: “Hey Fe Fe! I am from Louisiana too! (LIES) and just love you and Britney!”

Well, whaddya know. She is touched that I recognize her and she whisks me off to go meet Britney while all the other girls wait.
I lay on the thickest Louisiana accent I know (My family is from there so I can kinda pull it off). And I start talking to her. She has on sunglasses and her breath smells like cigarettes, but I am in Heaven. 
I smiled with my mouth closed until the day those hideous braces came off.
God only knows why I decided to wear the most conservative outfit on the planet: a turtleneck with black pants and a long camel sweater. Way to go idiot.

She doesn't have much time, but she does tell me I'm “cute and seem like a fun girl” which is something I am sure she says to everyone. Then she tells me to come on tour with her as a back up dancer.


We sang Happy Birthday Jamie Lynn Spears (it was her 14th birthday) and I left.

Let me tell you I was on cloud 9 for weeks. No one could tell me I wasn't BFFs with Britney Spears.
And well, you still can't.

Have you ever met your favorite celebrity?