Waterfalls and streams, these liquid dreams

Spotted: O-Town's Trevor waiting tables at Woodranch. I guess he got nothing, after all.

                        xoxo, RW

We'd heard rumors. We'd seen hints. The curly 'fro could be seen bouncing in and out of Grove crowds. 

Cheesecake Factory? No. 

A shopping spree? Guess Again.

The roomie and I decided to meet for lunch on New Year's Eve at the Grove... she works both within the Grove and next door to it at her two different jobs, and it's a bit more fun than Century City where I work, especially around the holidays. Woodranch called to us. I salivated all day, thinking about it. 

Now Roomie and I are not-so-closeted fangirls... she a bit more than me, but maybe I just hide it better. We'd just been watching old boy band videos the other night, making fun of the choreographed lameness that our 7th grade selves mimicked and adored. So imagine our surprise when our waiter turns out to be O-Town's Trevor Panick.

I don't know if you remember O-Town. They were the first product of "Making the Band," back when child molester Lou Pearlman was in charge and not P.Diddy. They sang pop songs with thinly veiled references to sex ("Liquid Dreams" anyone?) and made oh-so-clever 'X' motions when singing "triple X dreams". Christina said it best: "Dirrrrrrty". 

Summer of 2002 (okay, so I lied, I wasn't in 7th grade, I'd just finished freshman year of high school) my friend Megan and I went to the local amusement park in Virginia, King's Dominion, where we paid $30 each and had 3rd row seats to O-town and Rich who likes girls who wear Abercrombie and Fitch Cronin. While we were waiting in line for The Hurler (the Wayne's World inspired ride before Cedar Fair bought out all the Paramount parks), we noticed 

a. there was no line

b. there were security guards

c. O-TOWN WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF US! well, three of them: Ashley (my favorite), Dan (#2), and Trevor (meh).

While we were on the ride, we remembered there was ride photo for this rickety rollercoaster, so we sprinted from the ride to the exit, where the boys were standing, chatting with the Ride Photo girl (who wouldn't sell us their picture). We went up, and since Ashley was talking to some slut girl, I asked Dan for a hug. And got one! My (inner) fangirl squealed.

So, fast forward 7.5 years (wow, has it really been that long?) and here we have Trevor waiting on me and Roomie. Role Reversal, anyone?

Roomie admitted our fandom to him, and he even did that famous 'X' dance with her a bit. Bet you he's glad someone even recognized him. Because O-town, really? 

THEN:

Go to 1:36 for the 'X' dance. Classic.

Roomie mentioned this video, insisting he wore the Brett Favre jersey in it. His response: "That was Dan," who is apparently married and going back to school for graphic design.

NOW:

photo credit: my blackberry paparazzi skills

Just goes to show what happens when you put together a band from strangers. They go on to have the highest selling first week sales, make history, and then disband so the pretty one can go solo and win an armful of Grammy's. Wait. Wrong boyband.

...They can break up, one will have an unsuccessful solo career/reality show about his slutbag girfriend and son named Lyric, and the other four will have mundane lives no one cares about, working construction and waiting tables while trying so hard to make a comeback.

I guess these are the days.