First...I've gotta start with how I almost didn't get to Indy. I'm 30 minutes outside of Cincinnati and my dashboard light starts beeping and flashing red....problem is...I've never seen this symbol and don't know what's wrong. I get off on the next exit and pull out the manual...engine coolant light..."If flashing red....PULL OVER!" I'm in the middle of nowhere and then, just like a scene from "Highway to Heaven"....I see a little auto repair shop at this same exit. I pull in...there's an older man just standing there, smiling, as I pull in frantically. I was sooo sure that I wasn't going to get to Indy, I was about ready to cry. He figured out there was air in the coolant tank and messed around under the hood for awhile....topped off the fluid and fixed the car.

How's that for a miracle...and he wouldn't take a dime!

Well...got there early and went to check out the concert area. They were setting up the stage and people were already showing up around noon.

The Subway was about 3 blocks from the circle and I kept running down there, staring at all of these poor customers, while, at the same time, realizing the only person I'd know by sight was Cin. After running back and forth 3 times, I figured I was just confused, so I went back to the stage area. There was already a crowd on the front row, so I grabbed the last corner and decided to just claim squatter's rights. After watching Bowling For Soup do their sound check and blowing both eardrums out of my head, I remembered...duh...I had Cin's cell phone number. I called and told her I had spots for us up front. A few more minutes pass, and I hear screaming...the kind of screaming only Justin can produce. I look over, and there he is....white long-sleeved shirt and jeans and the fro just perfect. How could the man be more gorgeous in person???. I have no idea, but he's hot like the white-hot rays of the sun in person.....just stunning. The crowd was going nuts trying to get his attention ...there were MANY people there with Justin T-Shirts or Justin written on their clothes in Black Sharpie. (OK....The Midwest doesn't contain any of the big fashion houses for a reason....LOL) I still don't know why he came out into that awful heat at that time...he didn't do a sound check....but I'm not complaining.

I realize the girls aren't with me yet, so I try to call Cin back. For some reason, my hand was shaking so hard, I couldn't dial and I dropped the phone. I tried to shoot a few pics while I calmed down...then I tried to dial again....GOT IT! I tell Cin they have to come NOW, Justin's here.....and then, what remained of my eardrums were ruptured. People were laughing around me as I pulled the phone away from my ear and it kept EEEEEEEEEEEEEEing....LOL!

Seconds later...arriving from 3 blocks away, I see Cin frantically sliding into the concert area. I scream, "CIN"....she comes up and quickly is asked to explain what's she's done to the other girls. "I ran." LOL

Everyone shows up, we hug, we EEEEEEEE, we start talking like we've known each other for ever...then we go downriver in search of our elusive prey. The girls send him back presents...he waves and smiles! Then, Justin sits down on the steps of memorial, leaning back on his arms, legs stretched out.

Now here's where I take a break to thank God for making me live in the Midwest where the summer heat is beyond atrocious....and today that works in our favor. THANK YOU!

Justin starts to lift the white shirt over his head and the crowd goes EEEEEEEEE! He acts like he's startled, smirks, then SLOWLY puts the shirt back on, while the crowd boos. He then slowly pulls it back up to reveal the wife-beater, smirking the whole way. Cin screams, "He's got a tattoo!" But having developed a case of hysterical blindness/deafness, I didn't see it....all I saw was the white shirt thrown over his shoulder, covering it when I snapped out of it. Can't say I ever saw it. (But at the meet-and-greet, he confirmed to Cin he just got one.)

He went back inside the radio station (which was a few doors down from a chocolate shop that sold chocolate-covered bananas....I'm not lying...LOL) and we headed for some air conditioning. The milk bar was closed, so we headed for the Rock Bottom Brewery.

We laughed so hard, that they stopped seating people in our section.....we gave our waitress a Justin pin and she slapped it on her uniform, EEEEEEEEEing. I haven't laughed so hard in ages....loved that part of the day!

Thank goodness we had some drinks, because we arrive back in time for SARAI...a skinny blonde white chick, wearing a trucker's cap sideways and sporting a ghetto accent...guess she grew up in the mean streets of Des Moines. Next was Junior Senior... with the bass player who couldn't string together a sentence without 15 cuss words.

Awful...just awful.

During Junior Senior, the skies opened up and it just poured and poured. We had all of our umbrellas trying to form a canopy, but all they actually did was act like downspouts from one to the other to the other to Linda' arm, back and butt. Then, somehow, it started coming through the umbrella until my head was soaked. It was hard to keep the guys away from me since I looked so pretty at this point...but that's another story...IN MY HEAD...LOL!

Well, they introduced Justin and the crowd goes NUTS!!!!! The DJs jumped back and laughed it was so loud.

Justin came out and said, "First, I want to thank all of you for standing out there in the rain for this." (Thank goodness he thanked us, or I might have left....LOL!....if a team of wild horses could have worked their way through the crowd.)

He opened with "One Heart Too Many"....spot-on perfect.

Then he asked if anyone in the crowd had ever had a broken heart....."Well, if you haven't, you probably will....it's just one of those THANGS...." Then, he started singing "Condition of My Heart" ...I think. At that point, I was actually staring at Kyana and Cin and Sheridan with my mouth open, catching flies, then we all started screaming. I think he was on-key....LOL! Actually, he sounded perfect on this one too....I've never heard a singer sound as good live as on CD as consistently as Justin.

When he started "Doin' Things" we were all beside ourselves even BEFORE the hip rolling began...then forget about it! Anyone who can go to a concert from this point on, needs to, just to see this!!!!!!

The bras were flying at this point...he swung them around for awhile, then gave them back...gotta love that about him!

Then, he nailed "Sorry". 

He asked for everyone to give the people behind the scenes (who put all the equipment and stage together) a big round of applause. Then he was gone.

We ran to get into the meet-and-greet line. It lined up outside the soundproof windows of the radio studio. Justin went in to do an interview, but while he was waiting to go on, he played around with the squealing girls pressing notes to the windows and playing charades with Joseph and his family...LOL! One of the DJs said something to him, and he started doing this soft shoe dance...the DJs were rolling.

Well, thanks to Buck...we got VIP status...never had that in my life! (Have I told you I love you in the last 4 hours, Buck??) We got in...and I'm sure you've read all of those accounts. Make sure you read Megan's....she had some major action going on at that table....LOL!

I still can't believe I got a hug...Oprah was right...it's like hugging a brick house! And he grabbed my hand twice....those are the strongest hands I've ever grabbed. He's just amazing!

We then had to all race off in different directions, but I was so flustered, I forgot to say a proper goodbye....so thanks to all of you....I had a ball meeting you...and the memories I made with all of you yesterday will make me smile for years to come!

Thanks Justin and thanks to all of you for making yesterday such a dream!