Maybe I'm showing my age here, but why do all young girls today dress the SAME? My friends and I refer to it as the hoochie look. You know, the tight tanks or tube tops (showing cleavage, of course), the super-tight jeans that must've been painted on and shoes that make me wonder how the heck they aren't falling flat on their faces. Emma and I also took notice that every 14 year old there had "big ones." Is it something in the water or are they simply stuffing? I'll let you ponder that one. It made me laugh to see this little girl, I swear she couldn't have been more than 11-12 and about 4'10" with these huge hooters, walk past me at the Sunday show. Ummm...ok. I'm sure Nick liked that. LMAO! Ok, so not everyone who dresses in a tank top and capris is a hoochie. And it's not necessarily the clothes that make them one, it's the attitude. I can't write it down, I'd have to demonstrate it. Far too funny.

They can be annoying though. Is there really ANY need to scream because Nick is walking through a lobby? Or AJ's getting off a bus? Or Kevin's right toe is sticking out of an elevator? Come on. Do you know how much better it would be if everyone simply stood back quietly and let the guys come through? Then perhaps they'd all stop and sign autographs instead of running for cover. There is no reason why fans should act like psychos. Remember that the next time you whine about never being able to meet them. Not only don't YOU get to meet them, but neither do the rest of us who are standing there quietly. And that annoys me.

Now onto the disrespectful fans. Here I am with my friend Emma, standing outside the hotel waiting for the Boys to leave for the venue. We were there a good hour before these 4-5 chicks showed up and planted themselves right in front of us. Now far be it from me to pick a fight. *snort* I let Emma do the talking. She told them off as only a mother could do. I even saw the hotel guard smile at her. They eventually listened and moved away someplace. Whats wrong with people? Oh, I get it. When it comes to BSB, everyone wants a piece of them and they don't care who they have to step on in order to do so. I could never do that, just go and plant myself down in front of someone. Why? Because I respect other people.

Speaking of respect... Saturday night, Jeanine, Emma and I were in the bar and who should wander in but Nick and his entourage. Now it was very clear that he wanted to be left alone. I didn't take any pictures or run to him, even though my body was aching to be held by those massive arms. Some woman approached their table and Billy headed her off at the pass, patiently explaining to her that Nick wanted to UNWIND and RELAX. She argued with him for a few minutes before sulking away. Meanwhile, someone called all the teenies in the hotel to alert them that Nick was in the bar. So SWWWWWOOOOOOOOSH, you have a swarm of underagers in and around the bar, trying to snap pictures.

We were sitting at the table next to him and left him alone. Do you know how hard that was for me? Those of you who know me well know how much I want to talk to Nick, not to mention get my hug. But I refrained because I could see that he was tired and hungry. He had put on a fantastic show that night and that was his time for ME. Now, at 1:30am (or thereabouts) it was his time for NICK.

R E S P E C T people. Learn it, live it, give it and you'll earn it.