Well, I can cross THAT one off the bucket list...
...I just fulfilled the pinnacle of my 12-year-old self's fantasies and saw Davy Jones live in concert. I knew every word to every song, even the obscure ones. Every. Word. *happy sigh* Yes, I'm a dork, but I was hanging over the railing screaming like an idiot when he sang "Mary, Mary," and I got a li'l misty when the intro to "Daydream Believer" began. It was wonderful to hear that music again. Wonderful.