madamimadam' date='Jul 30th 2010, 2:28 AM
Sooooooooooo, about last night....
First of all, I got stuck in the parking lot for 30 minutes! Finally once I got to the actual area where we COULD park, I whipped into a side row and got lucky that someone was leaving and got a great parking spot, facing the Box Office! As I walked to the venue, I turned around to get a good sense of my parking spot and oriented myself with these two squares made up of stones... This is important... You’ll find out why later!
I got into my seat to find the same security guy as the previous night smiling at me! GRRRRRRRR!!! About 5 minutes after sitting down (front row, aisle seat), he bent down to me to inform me that his supervisor had spotted me and remembered me from the previous night and that said supervisor was keeping an eye on me! (Me and supervisors! Sometimes theyre good, but sometimes they’re a pain in the butt!). I smiled sweetly at my personal bodyguard (you know the security guy standing next to me for the whole time during both friggin’ shows!), because I knew I had a fail-proof plan for the second show... Turn on my camera, let it dangle from my neck under my wrap and get a full audio recording of the entire set... NEENERNEENERNEENERSECURITYSHMUCKS!... and it worked like a charm!
Adam was beyond happy last night, he was actually.... well.... hmmm.... giddy! He cracked smiles and laughs at the oddest times. When you watch him, you just can’t help but get this big sh*t-eating grin on your face... a grin borne from pure joy of his entertaining you, as well as beaming pride in the love he receives from his audience, as well as unadulterated enjoyment of how much fun Adam has made being sexy! Every song he sings, he’s having a ball on that stage and it is felt by the crowd and we in turn have a ball... Adam nailed it when he said that this is ‘infinity’, a ‘give and take’, a ‘mirrored response’.
The people around me were not quite as much fun as the previous night. A few drunkards screaming at the oddest times and as mentioned in one of my tweets, someone with serious bowel problems... made for a less than charming concert experience, but Adam made me forget all that... most of the time! :roll:
I had arranged to meet Little Bee and the boys at the buses and after the lights came on, I hoofed it up the stairs after bidding farewell to my personal bodyguard... I thought...
So I got to the bus line early and was just standing around waiting for my fellow Skanks to join me and I figured it would be quite a while before Adam came out, so thought I would go bring my car closer to the buses so Little Bee’s boys wouldn’t have to walk miles later on. So off I go... I spot the Box Office, see my two ‘landmarks’ and proceed to go up and down those rows which are emptying really fast. I keep hitting the doorlock on my key thingie to see the lights on my car... and... nothing... Now there are only a few cars left and no RED CHARGER in sight! I figured I’m not in the right area, so I go back to the Box Office and start all over again, but end up in the same area with still no RED CHARGER!
Slowly, the realization that the car has been stolen infiltrates my brain... flashbacks to the guy at the rental car office asking me if I wanted insurance and my firmly refusing it because my credit card covers it (I checked before leaving home), but now I’m getting nervous. What if it only covers ‘accidents’? How much DOES a RED CHARGER with next to no mileage cost in the U.S.? WTF am I going to do? Two young girls are walking to their car and they see me turning in circles, frantically hitting the ‘panic button’ on my key thingie. They offer to drive me around and try to reassure me that I’m probably just over a few rows this way or that way. So we drive around for five minutes and... nada... By now I am trying to call Loriandjava who is with Little Bee and the boys at the buses, but she’s not answering! I ask the nice young girls to drop me off as close to the buses as they can get me so I can go find my friends. I don’t know who you are, but if you read on this forum, your gesture of kindness to a total stranger will not be forgotten!
I am now half walking/half running towards where the girls are when I am stopped by none other than my personal bodyguard! WTF? Is he following me? What? What Do You Want From Me? He tries to stop me from walking between the buses to get to the girls... Yea... good luck buddy! In the best of time, I’m hard to stop when I have a goal in mind! But right then... With the panic building at an ever-increasing pace... nothing and nobody is going to stop me! So buzz off! He must have seen the determination in my eyes, because he tells me to go ahead but he is watching me and I better not stop on my way to where the girls are... I give him a “You and who else is going to stop me?” look which totally froze him in his tracks... True fact!
So I get to the girls and tell them my car was stolen and they promptly advise me to call the cops or at least get the security guys which are all over the place to help me out. So after being directed to the ‘proper security guy’ (who is riding a bicycle no less!), he tells me to go stand by the flags in front of the Box Office and somebody with a cart will come pick me up and help me out. I run back to the Box Office lest I miss my ‘cart ride’. The first cart that shows up, I flag down and ask him if he’s there for me.... I get a confused look and a ‘no’, second guy, same scenario, third guy, same scenario, but at least he seems to take an interest in my predicament. He asks me what type of car. I tell him a red Charger which tickles him pink... He wants to know if it’s a V8 or a V6... Excuse me? You think I checked under the hood before leaving this prize possession on YOUR friggin’ lot so it could get stolen? Get real!!!! He offers to go do a ‘drive about’ (I’ve been hanging out with Australians lately) to see if he can spot it and off he goes.
In the meantime, Mr. Bicycle Security pedals his way over to me to let me know that it will be about 5 minutes before MY cart guy gets here. Mr. V8/V6 cart comes back to confirm that indeed there is no Red Charger in the area I pointed out to him... Duh!!!! It’s hard to miss, shmuck! If it had been there, I wouldn’t be here, get it?
Mr. Bicycle Security keeps trying to reassure me that things will work out... Yeah, like how? By my taking a mortgage on my condo to pay for a friggin’ car that apparently is one of the hottest on the ‘steal list’ right now (this I garnered from Mr. V8/V6). I keep turning back and staring at the Box Office in the hope that my ‘landmarks’ are wrong, but they’re right there! Clear as day (or night in my case). Then, I remember one more bit about my parking spot... As I walked to the venue from my car, I passed a whole row of handicap parking spots. I ask Mr. Bicycle Security where the handicap spots are, to which he replies: “Oh they’re on the OTHER side of the Box Office!” I break out into a run in the direction he has pointed at... He can barely keep up with me... Pedal faster for heaven’s sake! And lo and behold! There are two more of the same ‘landmarks’ as I have been using as my guide to my spot.... I am no longer running, I’m friggin’ sprinting! And I’m 56 years old, but I’zzz movin’ fast! And then the next best thing to seeing Adam’s beaming face, my Red Charger is right there before my eyes and my clicking the key thingie produces lights going on!!!!! So for good measure, I grab Mr. Bicycle Security and plant the biggest, sloppiest, happiest kiss on his ugly mug that he’s probably gotten in years!
I call Lori to tell her I have the car and will bring it closer to the buses and will see them all shortly. By then most of the parking lot is empty and I ended up parking my car against Adam’s bus! And yes, all is well that ends well!
I swear I don’t make up these stories during my travels! I have witnesses! One day, when Adam gives me a chance to breathe for a second, I will write a book of my trials and tribulations of my Adam fandom and voyages!