Duane Peters
This is what the face of a drunk girl that just met her favorite musician looks like.
Let's talk about how retarded I am shall we? Alright.
Last night as most of you know, was the US Bombs show at El Corazon, most of you know this because I haven't stopped yappin about it for awhile. Noble and I were waiting in line
around 7, doors opened at 7:30. The line was moving pretty fast, we were almost to the door, in the middle of conversation, when I looked up and *GASPED* like a little girl. There, 3 feet in front of me
was Duane Peters. Sarah looked at me and said, "What?" She didn't really know what he looked like, but DP just stands out in a crowd.
I didn't have any liquid courage in me and I'm not one for talking to musicians/"clebrities", I never have been, I always thought that they should be left alone, they're here to entertain me. But not last night.
It's Duane fuckin Peters!
Anyway we get in, shoot straight for the bar, he's walkin around havin a good time talkin to people. And I cannot approach him. Instead we get a pitcher, find a table and have at it.
******
About 1/2 way through the 2nd pitcher I finally have the balls to go talk to the guy. I walked up to the table he was sitting at, tapped his shoulder and as he turned around the words, "I fucking love you" come out of my mouth.
Now remember me saying that musicians are there to entertain me? Yeah, way to go Sam, just like a monkey, I jumped through the hoop.
However, he was cool about it, said, "Aww really?!" In his awesomely gruff voice. Gave me a hug said thanks. As I was leaving I turned around and said, "Have a good show!" And squealed my way back to Noble.