Some folks out there on the internetz have actually been fortunate to meet one or some of the Monkees (extra points if you've met Nez). These are their stories. (If you want to submit your account of meeting a Monkee, scroll down to the bottom of the page.)

ALLISON MET MICKY DOLENZ

I met Micky on July 4, 2006 in Akron, Ohio, when he performed on a bill with Peter Noone and Herman's Hermits and fucking Tiffany. (I know, right?) And through the magic of LiveJournal, I bring you my account of that day as written the day after:

After that train-wreck [Tiffany] was over, Micky came out and did a show with his sister and back-up band. I've seen him before, twice with the Monkees (minus Mike), and then once by himself. But last night, he was REALLY good. I thoroughly enjoyed his performance, haha. Afterwards, they announced that he'd be signing autographs at the merch tent, and of course, I raced over.

So, I got Micky's autograph. It was great. I walked up and was like "hi!" and he's like "hi there" or something. Then I said something really fannish, like "you're the best" or something while he was signing my autograph, and then after he was done, I was like "can I shake your hand?" and he's like "sure!" so I had to shift all the shit I was holding like four times to get a free hand, but I shook his hand! It was suh-weeeet. Then I said "you're awesome!" and he said (kill me) "thank you, darlin'." AWWWWWW!

I'm such a fangirl.

ALLISON AND BETH MET
PETER TORK

Saw Peter Tork and Shoe Suede Blues at a dive bar in Cleveland on September 1, 2006. Again, this is the account from that night taken from my LJ and it features Beth!

Peter Tork was awesome and Beth did end up coming with me, so I was uber-happy. I got my pic taken with him, and the Beatlettes ended up looking like a-holes in front of him, which is pretty hilarious if you ask me. The scene went something like this:

*Allison walks up to Peter Tork* Hey! How are you?
PT: I'm great, how are you? *signs an autograph for me*
A: Wonderful. Your show was great! We've been waiting forever for you to come back to Cleveland.
PT: Thank you.
A: Can we get a picture?
PT: Sure.
*Beth turns on camera and waits*
*Allison stoops since Peter's like sitting on a stool behind a wall thing.. kinda gay*
A: I've gotta crouch since I'm pretty tall haha
PT: How tall are you?
A: Like, 5'10"
Beth: BULLSHIT! *yells*
A: You're a douche!!
*PT laughs* [You can see me calling Beth a douche and PT laughing in the picture]

So uh hahahaha um. That went well I think. I definitely called Beth a douche while my head was about 6 inches from Peter Tork's. Niiiiice.

But the show was really good, the band was good, all of that. I'm too tired to really recount every little detail, but those rumors about Peter being a perv: yeah, they're true. He spent like, FOREVER with these two chicks in front of us, getting pics taken, kissing and hugging them. It was uh, weird. I guess Beth and I weren't slutty enough fangirl-ly enough obsessed enough his type because he seemed shy with us, but very nice nonetheless.

Oh, and he said "fucking" onstage. I love it when celebs drop the 'f-bomb.' Call it a fetish.

We feel the need to make a positive impression everywhere we go, obviously.

ANGIE MET PETER TORK AND DAVY JONES

I've actually met two Monkees: Davy and Peter. But meeting Davy wasn't really exciting because it was after a concert and I just stood in a line with a bunch of other fools to get his autograph. He wouldn't (or couldn't, seeing as how the line was so long) even pose for a picture with me, and I didn't get to tell him what a profound effect he'd had on my young life. /sarcasm

Meeting Peter was far more interesting. I was 14 and my dad had read up on this convention featuring all sorts of washed-up TV stars, including... Peter Tork! And the Monkeemobile! GASP!!! So we packed up the van and headed to far off New Jersey...one state away. I brought my vinyl copy of Headquarters with me to be autographed.

It didn't hit me that I was going to meet one of my idols until we parked in front of the hotel, and I actually started to hyperventilate. My mom panicked, and my dad laughed. Once I'd calmed down we got out of the car, entered the hotel, and went through a maze of hallways till we reached this enormous conference room. Sitting at a table a mere 20 feet away from the door was the man himself. And... I lost it. I was already crying and I hadn't even introduced myself, or approached the table. My dad had to lead me to the table, and everything after that is sort of a blur.

I was STILL crying, and Peter stood up and started hugging me. He asked me my name and I guess I managed to tell him that much, because when he signed my record he wrote "To Angie, Lots of Love, Peter Tork". He asked me other stuff too, like how old I was and all that. He seemed genuinely surprised that he could still generate this type of reaction from young girls. Then he kissed my cheek, and my dad took our picture (I have never looked at this picture because I'm too embarrassed by the way I look in it). And that's it.

Oh, and at this same convention I also met Dawn Wells (Mary Anne on Gilligan's Island), the guy that played Little Ricky on I Love Lucy, the dwarf that played R2-D2. Just thought I'd mention it. Thus ends my Monkee encounter.

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