Steveeeennn!!
I met Steven Adler! Oh god it was so great.
From the beginning:
So I found out about this show a week before it happened. It fucking terrifies me to think I could have missed this. Or maybe I could've found out about it a few days after it happened and cussed myself out for just barely missing him. But I found out about it in time and I was so going, I didn't care where it was. Scary part of town? That's great, I'm there. Since I has no car (if I had a car I would've been in Dacona today to see him again, I swear to God), I had to get a ride from my mom and we found out we always go by this place. It's in this little strip mall I pass by whenever I go to school. Crazy.
So I go in, I get my wrist band and park my ass, waiting for the show to start. In the mean time, this waitress who's covered in tattoos keeps walking by me, asking if I need anything. This bears relevance, I think I was looking seriously grumpy, and dammit, I had good reason. The show started an HOUR late! But there's some band called Anchored opening for Adler's Appetite, so by the time the show starts it's not even Adler's Appetite going on. But I'm there, the opening band is on, I'll give them a chance. They're not bad. There were these two girls who had Anchored shirts on and I'm glad they were there only for Anchored. They were dancing in their panties and I was just rolling my eyes at them. The first few songs Anchored did were okay, and then they did this medley of patriotic songs. There was this skinny guy and his friend standing beside me, skinny had a Guns N Roses shirt on like I did, so we were both there for the same reason, and I think it's funny that we both rolled our eyes when the singer for Anchored started singing that horrible song about putting a boot in your ass, it's the American way. I'm not a patriot. But he slipped some AC/DC into the medley and that was awesome.
So anyway, they finally ended, but then Adler's Appetite roadies had to put their gear onstage and tape the set lists down, so I'm milling around for about 20 minutes until I came back in and parked myself right in the middle of the stage. From where I was standing I had a perfect view straight through Steven's drumkit. So amazing. I stayed right the fuck there, I wasn't going to move for anything. So eventually I turn around and right when I do, I saw him. I fucking saw him walk in from the back and my hands just kind of lifted to cover my mouth because, holy shit, it's Steven Adler. And I start screaming and everyone is screaming and he was so eating it up, trying to get us to scream louder and I did my damn best to comply. And they all get onstage and get ready and God help me, but I can't remember the order they played the songs. I think they started with Nightrain. And I knew my voice couldn't possibly be heard over the noise of the instruments and the vocalist, but I fucking sang as loud as I could anyway and I danced and I watched Steven from my perfect spot. And then I realized he was actually looking at me, he was watching me dance and sing, and he smiled at me and my face about busted with how hard I smiled after that.
After Nightrain he grabbed a bunch of drumsticks he had by the side of the stage, and one was gently tossed to me, as well as the GnR kid beside me. I have one of Steven's drumsticks! And it was intended for me! When I saw Dir en Grey, Shinya tossed his drumsticks out with no care as to who grabbed them, but when Steven threw it, it was meant to come into my hands. I put it away in my bag and looked back up to the stage. I was so fucking close that toward the end of it, whenever the singer tossed his head around, the sweat from his hair would splatter across my face. Sounds gross, I know, but I was so caught up in 'Holy shit, that's how close I am!!' I was so close I could see the stubble on Michael Thomas' chest and how skinny his legs are in his jeans, and Alex Grossi's glittery ass guitar was right in my face.
Through most of it, I didn't take my eyes off Steven. He's the reason I went, after all. I'd catch him watching me and everytime I was screaming to myself, Steven Adler is looking at me!! He's smiling at me!!
They played one of their original songs, which was actually pretty cool. I wish I knew the words so I could've screamed along to that one too. At one point during the concert the singer Rick Stitch held the microphone up to my mouth and I sang the words to whichever song it was as loud as I possibly could. When they played Welcome to The Jungle I was practically headbanging and I felt a headache beginning but you know what? Fuck headaches. I ignored it, and it left me alone until I got home, when it unfolded full force. Oh god it burned.
But after the show Steven was walking along the stage, touching outstretched hands and mine was out, so I grabbed his arm and god he's so furry! And he was just a ball of sweat. When he got off the stage I followed him because I had shit to sign and a camera full of pictures that needed more. At the corner of the stage he saw me and hugged me really close and said "You sweetie!", and kissed my forehead. EEK. When he let go he seemed to be totally lost because he went out the front door, then had a moment of realization and went back inside, with me following. I followed him to the exit tunnel that leads to the back of the bar where the tour buses were and finally managed to yell loud enough to get his attention (I was partially deaf from the show, and I'm sure he was wearing ear plugs or something but was probably also partially deaf), and pulled him back over to me.
I asked him if he could sign something, and while I was asking him this, he wrapped his arm around my waist, reached down, and grabbed my right ass cheek. And I was like, oh my god. Did Steven just grab my ass? He totally fucking grabbed my ass. And he assured me he'd be back inside, so I let him go, and milled around with some other people who were waiting for the band to come back in. At this point it was midnight and I was thinking, oh christ, my mom. She had to stay awake to come get me, after all. But then I thought, dude, this is my birthday present. I'm staying as long as I have to. And the waitress from before came over and asked if I had fun, and I told her I had SO much fun! And she smiled and said "great!" I think she was worried I wasn't going to have any fun cause I probably looked really grumpy while I was waiting for the show to begin.
So I found the GnR kid and I sat down with him and his friend, he'd just bought Steven's book. I had it in my purse, I'd already read my copy. He had an old picture of Guns N Roses as well as the book and a drumstick for Steven to sign. In my bag I had an old photo album magazine of Guns N' Roses I wanted him to sign. So while I'm showing this magazine to this guy, I notice Steven had come back in. He's being so goddamn sweet to this woman in a wheelchair, I don't know what her story is but he hugged her before he went onstage, he hugged her after he got off the stage, and he's hugging her now. Cute. So Gn'R shirt kid goes to look at the merch table and Steven's walking over, and when he sees me he pulls me into his arms again, and I just hold on while we walk together toward the merchandise table. I think the top of my head might have cleared his shoulder. He asked me if I enjoyed the show and I told him it was amazing. It was so cool to see him perform! And he kissed my forehead again and AAHH I was so excited I kissed his cheek. He's so damn scruffy.
He broke away to sign some stuff, like Gn'R shirt kid's book, picture, drum stick, he took pictures (there was a pot leaf sewn into the ass of his pants), and then he turned around and winked at me. Kayla called around this time and I wanted to try and bring him somewhere quieter, because the stage was really close and it was absolutely blaring music and I wanted him to talk to Kayla, at least say hi? But I asked him to take the phone and he took it, talking to her right there. When he'd finished up with the meet n' greet he took me out back where the rest of the band was with some other people, and we went onto his bus. I fucking got to see his tour bus! He tripped on someone's boots and he was bitching about it, saying "I told him to put those away.." It was so funny. It was exactly as messy as you would think a tour bus carrying five men would be. A damn mess. So he brought me into the back where he slept, but there were two beds, so I don't know who slept in the other bed. Adult Swim was on the TV! He had this big awesome flat screen TV right there in his cramped little tour bus room! King of the Hill was on, and it was the episode where Luanne meets Buckley's Angel. I was like, no way, you watch Adult Swim?? He watches it every fucking night. He likes King of the Hill but he's always yelling at the TV because he hates every character except for John Redcorn. He loves that whenever John Redcorn rolls up, there's 80s music playing, and we went back and forth, listing bands we could remember John Redcorn listening to. Winger, Warrant, Queen, etc. He was playing Queen on his iPod, I wish I could remember which song it was.
But he also likes Squidbillies, American Dad, Family Guy, the Cleveland Show, The Simpsons.. Later on he went into the bathroom to change into his pajama pants, and they had Homer Simpson on them, spelling smart 'SMRT'. But while we were watching KoTH, I asked him if he liked Metalocalypse. Man, if it wasn't for Metalocalypse, I probably never would've gotten into Guns N' Roses. He LOVES Metalocalypse, and told me about when he met Brendon Small. He said he's a little, dorky looking guy, and he didn't believe he did the voice of Nathan. So he covered his eyes and asked Brendon to do the voice, and I guess it must've been satisfactory.
At this point he offered me a beer and honestly, I don't drink, but I couldn't turn him down. He offered me a cigarette too but I turned that down, so he opened the window to let the air in when he lit up. So sweeeet. I had some of the beer (Stella Artois - tastes like shit but I drank everything, and kept the bottle), then had him sign my book which he signed 'Luv ya, foxy lady!'. When I brought out the magazine, this look of nostalgia crossed his face, and it was so sweet to watch him. I handed the magazine over and just watched him flip through, muttering things like "I was so young.." and in one picture his hair was quite long, and he said "Look at all that hair! I wish I had all that. It'd take another year at least." And he slowly went through the rest of it, and I could practically see the memories playing across his face. He just signed his name on the picture I indicated, then I pulled out my camera and took a picture of us together. I showed him my shoes too, I wrote ROCKET QUEEN on my right shoe and DR. FEELGOOD on the left, and he liked them. He thought my shoes were cute.
When he started to get sleepy he walked me to the door of the bus, past Alex Grossi who was sitting in a pile of red and white paper (the kind that are in present bags. Now that I think about it, it was Michael Thomas' birthday, so that must've been from presents he was given. When we were outside the bus someone mentioned his birthday and I mentioned mine was coming up soon, and Steven asked when, so I told him on the 24th, and he squeezed me and kissed my forehead and said 'Well Happy Birthday!") eating something from a styrofoam container, and he walked me out of the bus, giving me one last kiss on the forehead before he said good night, and went back in.
So I opened my phone and oh my god it's 1 am. I finished off my drink and called my mom, who's absolutely exhausted because she's never awake until 1 a.m. and in the middle of our call I realize, oh my god, I'm drunk. I promise her I'd drive back, but now I'm drunk, so I can't drive. I'm kind of sad Steven didn't get to see me drunk, it was apparently really funny because my mom kept busting up.
So she showed up and I fall into the car with my beer bottle in my purse with the drum stick, my book and my magazine on the phone with Kayla, who called like the second I hung up with my mom, that was really funny! So while I was talking to her I kept losing my train of thought and my mom was just dying of laughter whenever I forgot what I was saying.
I put the beer bottle, my wrist band, and the drum stick on my bookshelf, all together. I don't ever want to wash my Gn'R shirt again. It still seems like it was just a dream, it was so cool. I wanna see them again. I hope they come back to Colorado soon.
From the beginning:
So I found out about this show a week before it happened. It fucking terrifies me to think I could have missed this. Or maybe I could've found out about it a few days after it happened and cussed myself out for just barely missing him. But I found out about it in time and I was so going, I didn't care where it was. Scary part of town? That's great, I'm there. Since I has no car (if I had a car I would've been in Dacona today to see him again, I swear to God), I had to get a ride from my mom and we found out we always go by this place. It's in this little strip mall I pass by whenever I go to school. Crazy.
So I go in, I get my wrist band and park my ass, waiting for the show to start. In the mean time, this waitress who's covered in tattoos keeps walking by me, asking if I need anything. This bears relevance, I think I was looking seriously grumpy, and dammit, I had good reason. The show started an HOUR late! But there's some band called Anchored opening for Adler's Appetite, so by the time the show starts it's not even Adler's Appetite going on. But I'm there, the opening band is on, I'll give them a chance. They're not bad. There were these two girls who had Anchored shirts on and I'm glad they were there only for Anchored. They were dancing in their panties and I was just rolling my eyes at them. The first few songs Anchored did were okay, and then they did this medley of patriotic songs. There was this skinny guy and his friend standing beside me, skinny had a Guns N Roses shirt on like I did, so we were both there for the same reason, and I think it's funny that we both rolled our eyes when the singer for Anchored started singing that horrible song about putting a boot in your ass, it's the American way. I'm not a patriot. But he slipped some AC/DC into the medley and that was awesome.
So anyway, they finally ended, but then Adler's Appetite roadies had to put their gear onstage and tape the set lists down, so I'm milling around for about 20 minutes until I came back in and parked myself right in the middle of the stage. From where I was standing I had a perfect view straight through Steven's drumkit. So amazing. I stayed right the fuck there, I wasn't going to move for anything. So eventually I turn around and right when I do, I saw him. I fucking saw him walk in from the back and my hands just kind of lifted to cover my mouth because, holy shit, it's Steven Adler. And I start screaming and everyone is screaming and he was so eating it up, trying to get us to scream louder and I did my damn best to comply. And they all get onstage and get ready and God help me, but I can't remember the order they played the songs. I think they started with Nightrain. And I knew my voice couldn't possibly be heard over the noise of the instruments and the vocalist, but I fucking sang as loud as I could anyway and I danced and I watched Steven from my perfect spot. And then I realized he was actually looking at me, he was watching me dance and sing, and he smiled at me and my face about busted with how hard I smiled after that.
After Nightrain he grabbed a bunch of drumsticks he had by the side of the stage, and one was gently tossed to me, as well as the GnR kid beside me. I have one of Steven's drumsticks! And it was intended for me! When I saw Dir en Grey, Shinya tossed his drumsticks out with no care as to who grabbed them, but when Steven threw it, it was meant to come into my hands. I put it away in my bag and looked back up to the stage. I was so fucking close that toward the end of it, whenever the singer tossed his head around, the sweat from his hair would splatter across my face. Sounds gross, I know, but I was so caught up in 'Holy shit, that's how close I am!!' I was so close I could see the stubble on Michael Thomas' chest and how skinny his legs are in his jeans, and Alex Grossi's glittery ass guitar was right in my face.
Through most of it, I didn't take my eyes off Steven. He's the reason I went, after all. I'd catch him watching me and everytime I was screaming to myself, Steven Adler is looking at me!! He's smiling at me!!
They played one of their original songs, which was actually pretty cool. I wish I knew the words so I could've screamed along to that one too. At one point during the concert the singer Rick Stitch held the microphone up to my mouth and I sang the words to whichever song it was as loud as I possibly could. When they played Welcome to The Jungle I was practically headbanging and I felt a headache beginning but you know what? Fuck headaches. I ignored it, and it left me alone until I got home, when it unfolded full force. Oh god it burned.
But after the show Steven was walking along the stage, touching outstretched hands and mine was out, so I grabbed his arm and god he's so furry! And he was just a ball of sweat. When he got off the stage I followed him because I had shit to sign and a camera full of pictures that needed more. At the corner of the stage he saw me and hugged me really close and said "You sweetie!", and kissed my forehead. EEK. When he let go he seemed to be totally lost because he went out the front door, then had a moment of realization and went back inside, with me following. I followed him to the exit tunnel that leads to the back of the bar where the tour buses were and finally managed to yell loud enough to get his attention (I was partially deaf from the show, and I'm sure he was wearing ear plugs or something but was probably also partially deaf), and pulled him back over to me.
I asked him if he could sign something, and while I was asking him this, he wrapped his arm around my waist, reached down, and grabbed my right ass cheek. And I was like, oh my god. Did Steven just grab my ass? He totally fucking grabbed my ass. And he assured me he'd be back inside, so I let him go, and milled around with some other people who were waiting for the band to come back in. At this point it was midnight and I was thinking, oh christ, my mom. She had to stay awake to come get me, after all. But then I thought, dude, this is my birthday present. I'm staying as long as I have to. And the waitress from before came over and asked if I had fun, and I told her I had SO much fun! And she smiled and said "great!" I think she was worried I wasn't going to have any fun cause I probably looked really grumpy while I was waiting for the show to begin.
So I found the GnR kid and I sat down with him and his friend, he'd just bought Steven's book. I had it in my purse, I'd already read my copy. He had an old picture of Guns N Roses as well as the book and a drumstick for Steven to sign. In my bag I had an old photo album magazine of Guns N' Roses I wanted him to sign. So while I'm showing this magazine to this guy, I notice Steven had come back in. He's being so goddamn sweet to this woman in a wheelchair, I don't know what her story is but he hugged her before he went onstage, he hugged her after he got off the stage, and he's hugging her now. Cute. So Gn'R shirt kid goes to look at the merch table and Steven's walking over, and when he sees me he pulls me into his arms again, and I just hold on while we walk together toward the merchandise table. I think the top of my head might have cleared his shoulder. He asked me if I enjoyed the show and I told him it was amazing. It was so cool to see him perform! And he kissed my forehead again and AAHH I was so excited I kissed his cheek. He's so damn scruffy.
He broke away to sign some stuff, like Gn'R shirt kid's book, picture, drum stick, he took pictures (there was a pot leaf sewn into the ass of his pants), and then he turned around and winked at me. Kayla called around this time and I wanted to try and bring him somewhere quieter, because the stage was really close and it was absolutely blaring music and I wanted him to talk to Kayla, at least say hi? But I asked him to take the phone and he took it, talking to her right there. When he'd finished up with the meet n' greet he took me out back where the rest of the band was with some other people, and we went onto his bus. I fucking got to see his tour bus! He tripped on someone's boots and he was bitching about it, saying "I told him to put those away.." It was so funny. It was exactly as messy as you would think a tour bus carrying five men would be. A damn mess. So he brought me into the back where he slept, but there were two beds, so I don't know who slept in the other bed. Adult Swim was on the TV! He had this big awesome flat screen TV right there in his cramped little tour bus room! King of the Hill was on, and it was the episode where Luanne meets Buckley's Angel. I was like, no way, you watch Adult Swim?? He watches it every fucking night. He likes King of the Hill but he's always yelling at the TV because he hates every character except for John Redcorn. He loves that whenever John Redcorn rolls up, there's 80s music playing, and we went back and forth, listing bands we could remember John Redcorn listening to. Winger, Warrant, Queen, etc. He was playing Queen on his iPod, I wish I could remember which song it was.
But he also likes Squidbillies, American Dad, Family Guy, the Cleveland Show, The Simpsons.. Later on he went into the bathroom to change into his pajama pants, and they had Homer Simpson on them, spelling smart 'SMRT'. But while we were watching KoTH, I asked him if he liked Metalocalypse. Man, if it wasn't for Metalocalypse, I probably never would've gotten into Guns N' Roses. He LOVES Metalocalypse, and told me about when he met Brendon Small. He said he's a little, dorky looking guy, and he didn't believe he did the voice of Nathan. So he covered his eyes and asked Brendon to do the voice, and I guess it must've been satisfactory.
At this point he offered me a beer and honestly, I don't drink, but I couldn't turn him down. He offered me a cigarette too but I turned that down, so he opened the window to let the air in when he lit up. So sweeeet. I had some of the beer (Stella Artois - tastes like shit but I drank everything, and kept the bottle), then had him sign my book which he signed 'Luv ya, foxy lady!'. When I brought out the magazine, this look of nostalgia crossed his face, and it was so sweet to watch him. I handed the magazine over and just watched him flip through, muttering things like "I was so young.." and in one picture his hair was quite long, and he said "Look at all that hair! I wish I had all that. It'd take another year at least." And he slowly went through the rest of it, and I could practically see the memories playing across his face. He just signed his name on the picture I indicated, then I pulled out my camera and took a picture of us together. I showed him my shoes too, I wrote ROCKET QUEEN on my right shoe and DR. FEELGOOD on the left, and he liked them. He thought my shoes were cute.
When he started to get sleepy he walked me to the door of the bus, past Alex Grossi who was sitting in a pile of red and white paper (the kind that are in present bags. Now that I think about it, it was Michael Thomas' birthday, so that must've been from presents he was given. When we were outside the bus someone mentioned his birthday and I mentioned mine was coming up soon, and Steven asked when, so I told him on the 24th, and he squeezed me and kissed my forehead and said 'Well Happy Birthday!") eating something from a styrofoam container, and he walked me out of the bus, giving me one last kiss on the forehead before he said good night, and went back in.
So I opened my phone and oh my god it's 1 am. I finished off my drink and called my mom, who's absolutely exhausted because she's never awake until 1 a.m. and in the middle of our call I realize, oh my god, I'm drunk. I promise her I'd drive back, but now I'm drunk, so I can't drive. I'm kind of sad Steven didn't get to see me drunk, it was apparently really funny because my mom kept busting up.
So she showed up and I fall into the car with my beer bottle in my purse with the drum stick, my book and my magazine on the phone with Kayla, who called like the second I hung up with my mom, that was really funny! So while I was talking to her I kept losing my train of thought and my mom was just dying of laughter whenever I forgot what I was saying.
I put the beer bottle, my wrist band, and the drum stick on my bookshelf, all together. I don't ever want to wash my Gn'R shirt again. It still seems like it was just a dream, it was so cool. I wanna see them again. I hope they come back to Colorado soon.