I'm Just a Small Town Girl....Living In a Lonely World

This past weekend.

Where shall I even begin.
Friday was uneventful. Except for the fact that I was so excited about the following day that I could barely sleep!

So, Saturday. The blessed, glorious day I've been waiting for, for what seems like years of my life.
JOURNEY DAY!

(As some of you may have witnessed on Facebook, I had a slight problem with the purchasing of my Journey concert tickets.
When I thought I had booked them through ticketmaster, I really hadn't.
It was just a funny little lie that the website was playing on me.
Ha ha.
Funny. Real nice, everyone.

Apparently, the universe hasn't learned that it's not an OK thing come between me, and my band.)

Alas, my Dad...being the Dad he is, found a way to get me two tickets to the sold out concert.
Tragedy avoided.
Unlike the last effing time Journey was in town, and I was doing a stupid play.

So, Saturday afternoon, like any good pre-gamer would do, we went to Port of Call, so the boys could get burgers, and I could get a baked potato, and begin the Day Drinking!
Two Monsoons later, I was feeling quite pumped for Journey.

The Day Drinking continued...then I made cupcakes.
Don't really know why, I was just in the mood for Funfetti.

Then, the time had come.
Glazebrook was finally done taking the LSAT, and it was time to pick him up,and head to rock and roll fantasticness.
We got there, immediately purchased (as Sean called them) "extremely manly" frozen pina coladas, then took our seats.

Night Ranger opened, and they were pretty wonderful.
They of course closed with their biggest hit, "Sister Christian".
The sold out crowd of middle aged women, and the biker men who love them, went crazy.

At about 9:15 the wonderment began.
The lights dimmed, and the beginning notes of "Separate Ways" started to be played.
I was so happy. I couldn't even stand it!
The little Asian man, as I have lovingly referred to as, "Asian Steve Perry", took the stage and to everyone's delight, creepily sounded exactly like Steve Perry.
They found this guy on YouTube, singing Journey, and then Journey asked him if he would be their new lead singer.
Sweet deal.
He was awesome. I just closed my eyes, and it was just like Steve was actually there, singing just to me....and Sean.
The other awesome thing was to see and hear Neal Schon play all those famous guitar solos. Since he is the only remaining original member touring, it was pretty stellar to witness that.
They played more of their new stuff in the beginning, but then played all the essential greatest hits: "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin", "Wheel in The Sky", "Open Arms", "Lights", "Faithfully"(which is what made the crowd go the craziest, strange to me), "Don't Stop Believin'", and "Any Way You Want It".
It was so good.
I couldn't stop singing and smiling.
So worth everything.

After the concert, since we were celebrating Sean's birthday, we went and met up with Larimer at a house party uptown.
Then everyone decided to go to this Hipster Tree house.
Needless to say, I wasn't very thrilled.
It was slightly in the scary part of town, and it cost me five dollar to go associate with naked hipsters, who were in a tree house.
Granted, the 3 story tree house looked straight out of the movie Hook.
It was pretty amazing that hipsters had actually built all of this.
Rope ladders, and swings, and a hand dug swimming pool WITH a water slide.

Literally, looked like Lost Boys built this.
If only there had been less of the naked going on.
I maybe would have enjoyed it more.

Sunday, equally as fun.
Saints game.
3-0.
Nothing more needs to be said, my friends.

Damn Yankees rehearsal.
I'm going to just go ahead and let everyone know that Picone and I are funny. Like, damn funny.
I never knew I could make people laugh without saying one word.
Who knew "sad virgin" would be a hoot?
Allegra knows his comedy.

Then we all headed over to Boonedock to continue celebrating Glaze's and Carrie's birthdays.
Uber fun. Even though Sean was a creeper with his chest hair Chester, and scary Scottish voice he has invented to torture me.
We also nailed down a few more people for our Jurassic Park themed Halloween group.
That's right. Jurassic Park, people. Lot's of plaid, bandanas, back packs, and movie quoting.
Picone is going to be a Pterodactyl and Yeargain is going to be a
Dilophosaurus. The dino that has the big pretty fan thing around his neck, and spits poison on people.

It's going to be great when he gets into a bar fight that starts like this:
James spits on large man, large man gives him the "what the fuck face",James responds, "What?? I'm a dinosaur!"

I'm going to be Lex. After the giant dino sneezes on her.
And I'm going to walk around the whole night saying, "What's gonna happen to
the goat? It's gonna eat the goat?!?!?!"


Going to be dino-rrific.