If it was still 1998, I would probably still be dressed up as Baby Spice, playing with my Spice dolls, and having a dance party in my sister's bedroom to "Spice Up Your Life," jumping from bed to bed in platform Sketchers, while trying not to fall on the 23423-peice spice puzzle i would have done while I was rewinding my Spice World VHS tape between my 3pm and 6pm viewing of the film. Oh yes, obsession would not even close to cover it. The Spice Girls were more than that to my six-year-old self. I had girl power. Girl power had me - from the hair, to the lollipop, to the pink mini-dress - to mom and dad's wallet. I wasn't alone either.
A decade ago, the Spice Girls were a pop phenomenon. This winter, the long separated Ginger, Posh, Scary, Sporty and Baby re-banded for a sold-out reunion tour that landed itself at Izod Center (formerly Continental Arena) in New Jersey Weds., Feb. 13. I was there to witness all the glory.
Being the disgustingly avid Spice junkie that I am, I showed up to the show fully ready to royally rock it out. My friends and I dressed up as the band. We went all out. While most were in flourescent leggings and sequins thinking they looked pretty sweet, I was there fully decked out in a snake skin print get up complete with Scary Spice signature afro, six-inch platform boots and rediculous floor length fur coat. We looked awesome. I've never been stared at that much in my entire life - nor been treated like such a celebrity. We posed for at least 357 random pictures, (it literally took us an hour to get from the door to our seats because people stopped us at perpetuem) and we even got our picture taken by an editor in Ellegirl Magazine! check it out in her blog > http://blog.ellegirl.com/blog/2008/02/if-you-wannabe.html
(4th picture down at the bottom - clearly we look the best!)
My personal accomplishments aside, the concert was actually very good. They sounded great and put on quite the show. I sobbed and shivvered in my Spice boots uncontrolably for at least the first 25 minutes of the performance, but once I regained composeur and ended my pre-teen display of emotion, i joined the rest of the crowd in relative sanity and jumped along to my favorite oldies.
My ONLY complaint about the show (which accounts for viturally nothing) was the songs the girls sang solo, or the lesser known songs they sang without Geri Hallowell (Ginger Spice) that were written during the band's falling out that were performed in the middle of the show. I'm all about the unity and girl power, and sat down for some of that. (mainly because I couldn't feel my feet - but I was also making a statement)
The Spice Girls pulled it together at the end big time though, covering "Celebrate Good Times" and "We Are Family" and singing to the crowd that "that's the way uhh-huh uhh-huh we like it."
They left the crowd screaming in the dark arena for an encore, and after about five minutes (which seemed like an hour the way I was crying again) they jumped back on stage to perform a final goodbye with their mega-hit "Wannabe."
I can't speak for everyone, but personally, it was the single greatest night of my human existence.
A decade ago, the Spice Girls were a pop phenomenon. This winter, the long separated Ginger, Posh, Scary, Sporty and Baby re-banded for a sold-out reunion tour that landed itself at Izod Center (formerly Continental Arena) in New Jersey Weds., Feb. 13. I was there to witness all the glory.
Being the disgustingly avid Spice junkie that I am, I showed up to the show fully ready to royally rock it out. My friends and I dressed up as the band. We went all out. While most were in flourescent leggings and sequins thinking they looked pretty sweet, I was there fully decked out in a snake skin print get up complete with Scary Spice signature afro, six-inch platform boots and rediculous floor length fur coat. We looked awesome. I've never been stared at that much in my entire life - nor been treated like such a celebrity. We posed for at least 357 random pictures, (it literally took us an hour to get from the door to our seats because people stopped us at perpetuem) and we even got our picture taken by an editor in Ellegirl Magazine! check it out in her blog > http://blog.ellegirl.com/blog/2008/02/if-you-wannabe.html
(4th picture down at the bottom - clearly we look the best!)
My personal accomplishments aside, the concert was actually very good. They sounded great and put on quite the show. I sobbed and shivvered in my Spice boots uncontrolably for at least the first 25 minutes of the performance, but once I regained composeur and ended my pre-teen display of emotion, i joined the rest of the crowd in relative sanity and jumped along to my favorite oldies.
My ONLY complaint about the show (which accounts for viturally nothing) was the songs the girls sang solo, or the lesser known songs they sang without Geri Hallowell (Ginger Spice) that were written during the band's falling out that were performed in the middle of the show. I'm all about the unity and girl power, and sat down for some of that. (mainly because I couldn't feel my feet - but I was also making a statement)
The Spice Girls pulled it together at the end big time though, covering "Celebrate Good Times" and "We Are Family" and singing to the crowd that "that's the way uhh-huh uhh-huh we like it."
They left the crowd screaming in the dark arena for an encore, and after about five minutes (which seemed like an hour the way I was crying again) they jumped back on stage to perform a final goodbye with their mega-hit "Wannabe."
I can't speak for everyone, but personally, it was the single greatest night of my human existence.
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