......just know that I can punch. Hard.
I went to see Night Ranger, Foreigner, and Journey on Saturday.
And of course, because I'm me, there's so much more to this story!!
My friend S had purchased the tickets, so I just assumed I'd be making the 90+ minute trek out to the burbs with her.
HA
Not the plan.
S was on vacation until Saturday, and her plan was to meet us there.
Us being me, and her barely friend and his friend.
So, I ended up having to ride out to Tinley Park with two complete strangers.
NO
I didn't think they were going to kill me when the plan was formulated. I didn't think anything of it until other people in my life started to freak out about it, thus freaking ME out.
Clearly, I am not dead.
AND
Me being me, they found me to be wonderful, delightful, charming company - or so they kept saying over and over and over.
Alas, due to missing our exit (because I am all of those adjectives, and the conversation just flowed!) we also missed Night Ranger. Who performed a couple of Damn Yankees songs too - it doesn't suck to have lead singers who were in other bands.
I was super girly excited to see Foreigner. I had forgotten how much I loved them!! Ok, sure, haters, it's not the original singer - but new guy did really well. I was hoping for Say you Will, but nope. They encored with a lengthy guitar filled Jukebox Hero. And yes, they did sing Dirty White Boy. I'm adding my Foreigner to the iPod tonight. And putting it on repeat.
Admittedly, I was less excited about Journey. New guy? Asian? Young. And then, little dude started to sing. If you closed your eyes through the whole set, you could have swore that Steven Perry was up there. Plus little dude was excited and energetic and a pleasure to watch. Sure, I sat during their new tunes (yawn), but LEPT out of my seat for every older one.
Thankfully, S drove me home so I wouldn't have to ride back with the two strangers. Sure, they were fun, but still.....
Go ahead, make your hate haters, just know that I will remember........and I will punch you.
Happy Monday!
5 comments:
punching me may not be as easy as you think.
On the other hand, punching me would be easy, distressingly so, and would make you a member of a not very exclusive club.
And, as much as I've been punched, kicked around and stomped on for decades, the worst part is I might not even notice.
How unsatisfying would THAT be??
Sounds like fun, Von! I saw Journey in college... yeah, I did... I was lured by other screaming dorm mates. It was an excellent show. Say what you want about Steve Perry and Journey, but it was a hell of a lot of fun... and we were in the 4th row. Heh!
Have a good week, my leetle keeten!
No exit?
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Do you have a "lighter" app for your cell phone?
Rock on, Von!!
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