Do you really want to know just how obsessed I was? My sophomore year in high school I was living in Miami and it just so happened that the Virgin Store near our house was hosting a meet & greet with my beloved boricua. Unfortunately, his appearance would be taking place smack in the middle of my morning biology class. What was an infatuated girl to do but beg and plead her parents to play hooky for "the love of her life"?! Luckily, I was blessed with uber cool parents and rather than working life cycles I camped out in front of Virgin for the chance to meet my idol.
Twelve hours later, the best 30 seconds of my short life took place when I placed my clammy palm in his. I can still remember feeling dwarfed by his stature and the marching band drumming within me the moment I touched him. Ah, the life and heart of a 15 year old. So simple and sweet.
You may be wondering why I am confessing such a life altering moment and though it took me a while, it's simply to announce that Ricky is coming to town! The fanaticism is still strong. You can't call me anything but loyal. Right?
I leave you with one of my favorite Ricky songs:
I dare you not to dance! In retrospect, the bare bum showcased in the beginning was clearly a smoke screen...