I had low expectations today because I'm not crazy enough as to actually expect to run into SJM in a city this big (but I admit I wore my Canada shirt just in case). We didn't run into them but we did, actually, a little coincidentally, accomplish our "meet a famous person today" goal.
Does anyone know BOBO? They're a Chinese group of two boys (I've yet to learn their names...) from Cao Nv Kuai Nan (Super Girls & Happy Boys (?), the Chinese version of American Idol) who became famous. Sort of. I still insist they count as celebrities because they were in all my fan magazines and had an official fanclub (named Baby Face). It's so ironic. Michelle and I got on a random bus this morning, planning to get off at either Beijing University or a random stop, and then wander the streets in search of SJM. We did end up getting off at a random stop and then we wandered across a mall plaza where they were setting up for the benefit concert (10% of proceeds went to earthquake relief) and autograph session. Buying BOBO's new CD (50yuan each) got Michelle and I tickets to the autograph session. This was at eleven a.m.
Three hours of waiting later, at 2 p.m. (let's not talk about those three hours; we were fairly roasted by the sun for those three hours oh god), BOBO finally showed up and alkjdsf. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THEY ARE. DO I CARE? Well, only sort of. I would've been far less bitter about the wait and the crazy press of fans if it had been SJM. But complaints and whining aside, WE SAW FAMOUS PEOPLE. WE TOOK FANCAMS. We were right up against the front of the stage and were almost killed by their pyrotechnics. We have pictures, close-up ones, and someone on this damned internet better be jealous. And then we totally got our newly-bought CDs autographed by both members in gold sharpie.
One of my many life goals has been accomplished today, hah! First fan meeting and it was thrilling even if it was people I really didn't know or care about. I don't think I'll ever like BOBO, or that one song they played on endless repeat over the three hours of waiting, but I can brag about this, can't I? CAN'T I? I think I earned that after three hours of waiting in the sun and one hour being shoved up against people. I hope there will be fan meetings every day in Seoul. Again, I don't even care who it is as long as I get close enough for pictures or touching or autographs, and can brag about it at some point. (Though I do want Sukira and such too; SuJu, I still love you best.) I am a shameless fangirl, so what?
After the fan meeting, Michelle and I were at a loss for what to do after accomplishing such a huge goal. We wandered around the streets of Beijing some more and after walking, seriously, something like five miles, we randomly ran into Awesome Chinese Boy (Wang Bing) from last night. What were the odds? It was amazing. He decided to join us for dinner where we had reasonably priced and delicious dumplings, and he laughed at us when we showed him our signed CDs and fan magazine. We were going to go to Tiananmen afterwards but ended up at our hotel room just talking for hours on end about all sorts of things, from TV shows to American movies to relationships (we asked him all sorts of awkward, personal questions, now that I think about it) to Michelle's sketchy encounters with middle-aged men to China's corruption. Everything. It was only briefly interrupted by him accidentally locking himself in our bathroom, which was cause for more hilarity. He's so cute, so cuuute. Michelle and I both want to give him lots of gold stars. He's so sincere and friendly and thoughtful about politics and life, and manages to be nationalistic without being overbearing about it. He genuinely believes that despite the things he will freely admit are bad about the country or the people, China and Chinese people are deep down good people. Aww. I want to believe that too.
So, yes, today was another amazing day, if filled with too much walking and too much time in the sun waiting for people we didn't really know or like. They were cute though, BOBO. I liked it best when they were whispering in each other's ears. I'm predictable, aren't I? What can I say? I like it when boys are silly and cute with each other. Or when they are silly and cute with us, like Awesome Chinese Boy.
No concrete plans for tomorrow other than KTV with Awesome Chinese Boy and that girl (I will learn her name), the daughter of one of my mom's professor friends. She wants to practice English with us. Singing counts, right? We mostly want to solicit her for places to buy posters and fan merchandise. We have priorities, guys.
And I swear the cultural stuff will get accomplished. Don't doubt!
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