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  Welcome, friends, to my little space on the web. My name is Arianne and I am a Tokio Hotel fan! I am twenty four years old and I live in Wisconsin, the frozen tundra of the Midwest. My hobbies include: My Little Pony maintenance, challenging Gustav to balloon races around the globe, and amateur botany.I am a badass. I like to get things done. Pie charts and the like. BAD ASS.  Previous Columns: 3-20-07  -- 4-13-07-- 4-20-07-- 4-27-07-- 5-4-07-- 6-5-07-- 6-12-07-- 6-22-07-- 7-22-07-- 7-28-07-- 8-25-07-- 10-21-07-- 11-20-07-- 12-10-07-- 12-23-07-- 1-20-07-- 2-4-072-25-08 Hello everyone! I am back and ready to tell you a tale of adventure, madness, woe, and the Hotel Tokio. You may, dear reader, wonder where I have been off to in the past three weeks. You also may be wondering why the sky is blue, how Bill's hair defies gravity, and why Tom won't take his hat off, but I don’t have any information on that. So shut up, sit down, and listen to me epic tale of Tokio Hotel madness. Toronto (Concert #1)It all started on February 9th, the day before Tokio Hotel’s concert in Toronto Canada. It was a day filled with promise for seven individuals stationed in various locals all across the USA. It was also to be a day filled with the sort of crazy normally only found on New York city subways. You know, fake pregnant women peddling for change and sympathy. But our eager travels knew nothing of this coming crazy, this maelstrom of insanity, so they began their journey without a care in the world...  Darcy and Clare: Darcy, our beloved Crosswords creator and Caps Off For Charity seamstress, began her journey from Philadelphia Pennsylvania with her best pal Clare. Clare is responsible for some hilarious graphic and Dear TH shenanigans. Those two chums set out on a seven hour journey through the wilds of New York and over the border. They got to sight see at Niagra Falls and take in Toronto before they met up with their cohorts. Anne and Dani: Anne, as you all know, is our Learn German columnist, and she and her friend Dani (one of our forum mods and a street team member) started their journey from Toledo Ohio. They took a train up through Michigan to Toronto. The trip was a long one, over 10 hours of travel! Arianne, Christina, and Chris: I (Arianne) am your webmistress and sometimes snake charmer. Christina is the leader of our street team, and Chris is her unruly and stocky boyfriend with nothing left to lose. We left from Stevens Point Wisconsin, traveled through the UP of Michigan, and then up to Canada. Our trip was supposed to take 12 hours. It ended up taking 21 ½ hours due to crazy weather situations. But we made it into Toronto at 6AM on Sunday, the day of the concert.We met Darcy and Clare in a swanky hotel and after a bit of catching up, decided sleep was in order. Darcy and Clare headed down to the venue around 10AM for a true fan girl experience. Anne and DanI met up with them there and they all chummed around. They waited in line for over 9 hours and were able to witness a whole gaggle of CFF’s up close. Their findings may one day aid us in discovering the true nature of the beast. Christina, Chris and I moseyed down to the Mod Club around 7PM, ready for booze, brats, and bands. What we encountered was an umoving line in below zero temperatures. As the fans in line chanted, “let us in! let us in!” we decided that we would let ourselves in. Straight into a Blockbuster video. In said Blockbuster was a whole mess of scantily clad Russian fan girls. If you’re reading this ladies, listen up. It was so cold out my nose hairs were sticking together. You probably should have been wearing some sort of pants. And no, that swath of fabric across your midsection was NOT a skirt. Once the line started moving we allowed ourselves to be herded outside and into the club. Security was tight, tighter than Tom’s sweatband around his head. That thing is obviously adhered with super glue. Upon entering the club we saw our friends and a few THDA gals near the front. We waved them down, got a few beers, and prepared ourselves for the rock and the roll. The rock was amazing and the roll was moist and delicious. The Actual Concert: The boys were on fire that night. Tom stomped all around the stage, tipping his hat and taking names. We were able to slip the Canadian Street Team a Caps Off letter to Tom before the show, and I like to think he read it and was taunting us with his hat. That’s right, I know your fiendish tricks, Mr. Kaulitz! Bill’s hair was insanely large and he was crooning to anyone and everyone. When he asked us to raise our hands together, I raised my beer to the great showman. Gustav was a maniac, people. He smashed on his drums like they did something wrong to him. He was so in his element. At the end when the other boys left the stage, he stayed and soaked in the love like he was some sort of God. The energy was incredible and crowd was eating it up. I, stoic as I am, even found myself jamming to the beat of their righteous tunes. The concert was pretty much all a fan could hope for. Georg was making such obscene faces I even blushed. They played for about 45 minutes, mostly English songs, but with a few German thrown in for good measure. To recap Enormous hair, caps galore, and Gustav in a scandalous wife beater hamming it up. After the show, all of us gals met up, had a few drinks, and chomped down on some pizza. But before we knew it, the night was over and we all had to head back to our respective areas of living.  Tom’s Cap Manhandling: A+ The Gustav Factor: B+ Georgasms: B Overall Score: A- New York (Concert #2)Three words: Meet and GreetWe found out Monday just before the show that it was official, we were getting in to meet the band. Only Zeus knows why we were privileged enough to meet the Tokios, but we weren’t going to question it. We arrived in the city around 5PM, got a few drinks at a local Irish Pub, and then headed down to the Fillmore on 16th street. Now, I think before I go on with the actual meet and greet, I need to explain to you the amazing items we had in tow. We spent the entire week before the show (in hopes that our meet and greet would come through) crafting little gifts for each member of the band. Here’s what we brought: For Bill: Darcy made Bill the cutest little beanie cap with cat ears. You can see similar hats to the one she made for him in the Caps Off section. I also designed (with Darcy doing the actual sewing) a very adorable short sleeved hoodie. You can see a picture of that bad boy just below:  For Georg: We made our favorite bassist an honorary member of THDA. How? We bought him a jersey shirt and crafted it to say “Georg Does America” on the front with his last name of “Listing” on the back. For Tom: You can only imagine how difficult it is to find an enormous thug shirt in the heart of Wisconsin. What did we make Tom?! A Caps Off For Charity tshirt, of course! Also, I wrote him a Caps Off letter and slipped it in with his gift. It was disguised as a love note, placed in a pink envelope with a heart on it and a spray of Gucci perfume. I can only imagine his surprise when he opened up that letter and discovered that I had someone found him again. For Gustav: This is my most favorite gift of all! We bought Gustav seven wife beaters and on the back of each put the days of the week in German. Also, (and more on this later), we bought him a six pack of Point Special beer. Now, imagine us with all of these items in our bags as security was letting us through into the venue. Also, imagine it raining all over these items. Security did not like the six pack of beer. I’m sure Gustav would have liked it, but security? Nope. They yanked the beer from us immediately. We told them it was for Gustav, and hopefully he somehow got those brews in his clutches before the night was over. Probably not, though. I can imagine those smug security guards leisurely drinking those beers and laughing at our plight. Bastards. Anyway, once we were let into the venue we stood in waiting area for a few minutes and were allowed to compose ourselves. Before long Saki arrived and ushered us into the actual concert hall. It was us four and one contest winner (her confused looking boyfriend in tow). There may have been more people there toward the end, but we were too jacked up on TH love to notice. Saki gave us the speech: “Don’t scream, don’t cry, they’re normal boys, except Gustav who is Godly, don’t look directly into his eyes, for you will only find despair, etc…” And before we knew it, Gustav was waltzing into the room. He looked incredibly surly, and my heart leapt with joy at his obvious scowling. Maybe he found out someone had confiscated his beer. Then Georg came out, smirking as always, followed by Tom and then Bill. Bill’s hair was bigger than I could ever have imagined. It was so big we all sort of took a step back to make room for it. We got to greet them all, shake their hands, and have them sign some merchandise. I was very excited to have them all sign the pocket of the “Bill Hoodie” Darcy and I made for Caps Off. I’m going to admit, I was a very smarmy fan. I think I may have scared the crap out of Gustav when he went to sign the hoodie with my smarm, because he ended up writing his name instead of signing it. I said to him exactly what Saki said to us before the band came out, "Gustav, don't scream, don't cry, we're normal girls!" We all got our stuff signed and Darcy, who will smugly admit this to anyone who gets near her, slipped Tom her phone number. She is priding herself on being (we think) the first American girl to slip him her number. We also encouraged them to go out with us and get trashed after the show, but you know how well that sort of thing turns out. After the meeting and greeting and smarming portion, we got to take pics with them. Darcy, and again she will readily admit to this, lovingly caressed Bill’s bottom. He didn’t seem to mind, as you can tell in the picture below. 
 Well, that’s not true. They waved goodbye and went backstage to do whatever it is they do back there. I think Georg probably took a crap, Gustav found the security guards who took his beer and let them have it, Bill flew his toy airplane into his massively tall hair and had to have someone scale a building to retrieve it, and Tom read his Caps Off letter and had a nervous breakdown. To sum up the meet and greet: The boys were charming, smiley, and according to Darcy “very soft.” Gustav was a monster of a man, just as I had always hoped. We were then able to get spots at the front of the concert hall before anyone entered the building. Darcy and Clare decided to stay up front while Christina and I were old men and waltzed to the back. The concert was very enjoyable for all, with Darcy getting some amazing Tom action in the front. Clare and Darcy got faces full of Tom’s water and were almost pummeled by CFF’s! But, in the end, we all made it out alive. After the show we stopped by the pub again, had some drinks, got a little surly, and met some people outside the venue.  - 
We waited to watch the boys come out of the club and leave in their car. The drive out of the city was crazy, but we all arrived at our hotel intact, if not a little drunk and limping. Limping because I, in my infinite wisdom, scaled a fence to watch the guys leave the club, and flailed to my demise after attempting to get down. I’m still limping. Maybe I’m the CFF, after all. Bill’s Hair: A+ The Gustav Factor: B Tom’s Cap Manhandling: C Georgasm: A Overall Score: B+ After sleeping off the experience and booze, Christina headed back to WI, and Darcy and I, found out our flight back was cancelled. We were stuck in PA for one more night. And you know what that meant for us? New York (Concert #3)This was my favorite concert, if only because the boys seemed so ecstatic during the performance, and because I got to be there with Darcy for the whole show. We took the train into NY, walked around, got some dinner, and then waited in line for about an hour. To me, the club seemed to fullest that night. We got pretty close to the stage, were squished, squashed, and manhandled by crazy people. Before the show started, Darcy spotted David Jost (STAY IN SCHOOL, KIDS!) up on the balcony. The room was nearly pitch black, so when she raised her camera and took a picture of him, he looked down and spotted Darcy in the crowd. For whatever reason, Jost seemed to find this very amusing and proceeded to wave, blow kisses, and make a variety of silly faces at Darcy for about five minutes or so. It was truly an experience! The energy during this show was so intense, and it was my first time being in the pit of people (I normally enjoy watching things from afar, scheming and planning) so yes, this show was a definite favorite. Toward the end, with the rush of people, we somehow managed to get about three rows from the front, and singing along to Durch Den Monsun, Darcy on my arm, and everyone around us screaming for more, was the perfect way to end our crazy two week journey of traveling and concerting. I won’t forget these memories ever.   Oh! And as a side note, Tom literally took his hat in his talented little hands, and pulled it up to the top of his skull, and almost, ALMOST took it off. I have no idea if he was playing around with removing it (probably not), but I nearly lost my cool for a moment there. Come on Tom, take off that cap! At the end, Gustav hammed it up like I have never seen before in my life. He bowed down to us, hopped up on a platform and soaked in the love, and basically owned the stage. It was the perfect end to the evening. Gustav, buddy, I hope you got those beers and drank them with RELISH. Bill’s Hair: B The Gustav Factor: A+ Tom’s Hat Manhandling: A+ Georgasm: A Overall Score: A Send in a comment and it might just make next week's column!
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