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So, last night I met up with my fabulous SAB sis in Nashville for an evening of rocktacularness. It was so strange to see her after so long...she sounds different in person than on the phone...I had forgotten that. (I'll never forget the first few times we talked on the phone...I was sooooooo nervous.) I was actually sort of nervous about meeting her again, I mean, it had been over a year.
She and Lynnette and I went to dinner and chatted for a while, then walked around downtown...and through the centenial park, which was cool. There are pictures. (Unfortunately Sarah's camera screwed up and erased some of the really good ones.) The photos that turned out will be posted next week, I've been informed. :)
(I was feeling really sick most of the time before the show. Not like my usual pre-game anxiety...but more of the post Upper GI stuff.)
When we got to the Mercy lounge, it was really early, and the club wasn't opening for another half hour. A short line had begun to form in front of the door, and Sarah was nervous about us getting our spot. Luckily, when we got in, all of the people headed to the tables or the bar, so we got our front and center camping spot. The opener was pretty good, but about 20 minutes into the set, Rhett snuck out and dragged Sarah and me to the dressing room. Ok, maybe 'dragged' isn't EXACTLY the proper verb to use... We hung out with him for what seemed like forever and yet for too short a time. I was really hoping that he and Sarah would get a chance to sit and talk and I felt like I was intruding just by being there...I always feel like a tagalong but I can't seem to keep myself from tagging along because I desperately want Rhett's attention. During a point in which a couple women who worked for his manager wanted to talk to him, Sarah and I joined Angela on the couch, talking about drumming and stuff. We were all wearing skirts (Angela sporting a Gina Black-esque red dress) and none of us had pockets and for some reason we were discussing that. I declared, placing my hand on my chest, that I all I needed was the pocket nature gave me. This seemed to really crack up Angela, which made me happy, although I felt a bit embarassed by what I had said. When we left to go back to the club for the set, Rhett gave us hugs, and I got a kiss on the cheek which made me absolutely giddy in a fangirl sort of way.
His set was awesome, even though his voice wasn't very strong and he was absolutely exhausted from the previous night's show, and the early morning flight he had to take. Highlights included: Rollerskate Skinny, The El, This is What I Do, Buick City Complex, Brand New Way (which was dedicated to my Sister. :-) ) and Ain't That Strange (the David Bowie inspired song, haha..) I danced so much and sang along. I didn't even care if I had a stomach ache and my legs hurt or that I was losing my voice, I was having the time of my life. For some reason, just being in his presence made me feel absolutely ecstatic.
After the show, we went back to the dressing room again, this time with Lynette, Sue Anne (Sarah's mom) and Hilda (the girl who held down our spot while we were chillaxin' before the show) in tow. We met Angela's parents and old high school friends of Rhett's, as well as local radio people and others with connections to the band. I can't tell you what everyone said....or even the names of the people we met, but it was a good time, and I was feeling really great vibes. All I remember is that I have to steal the Home Videos DVD's from Katie...on Rhett's recommendation...
It's funny...for some reason, even though I've met him several times, and e-mailed him and stuff, I still find myself totally crushing on Rhett in a fangirly sort of way. It's not rational....totally goofy, in fact, but I can't help it. I thought I was totally over it, but seeing him again just brings it all back. *sigh* Oh well... He's one of the "big 3" (the other 2 of course being Glenn and Paul)...those who will always be my RSBF's...always rock star crushes, no matter how real and human they become in my mind. There will be lots of RSBF's in my life (undoubtedly...considering that that's how I am), but they will always remain in the highest standing in my mind. I'm sure that sounds absolutely crazy to you guys, but whatever.
We got back at about 4. I slept some of the way home...not really asleep, but more of that hallucinatory state in which the music in the car seems very loud and creates scenes in your head. I slept for a few hours this afternoon...now, it's late at night and it's really time for me to go to bed. I'll write more about what I did today in the morning...er...early afternoon...depending on when I actually wake up.
She and Lynnette and I went to dinner and chatted for a while, then walked around downtown...and through the centenial park, which was cool. There are pictures. (Unfortunately Sarah's camera screwed up and erased some of the really good ones.) The photos that turned out will be posted next week, I've been informed. :)
(I was feeling really sick most of the time before the show. Not like my usual pre-game anxiety...but more of the post Upper GI stuff.)
When we got to the Mercy lounge, it was really early, and the club wasn't opening for another half hour. A short line had begun to form in front of the door, and Sarah was nervous about us getting our spot. Luckily, when we got in, all of the people headed to the tables or the bar, so we got our front and center camping spot. The opener was pretty good, but about 20 minutes into the set, Rhett snuck out and dragged Sarah and me to the dressing room. Ok, maybe 'dragged' isn't EXACTLY the proper verb to use... We hung out with him for what seemed like forever and yet for too short a time. I was really hoping that he and Sarah would get a chance to sit and talk and I felt like I was intruding just by being there...I always feel like a tagalong but I can't seem to keep myself from tagging along because I desperately want Rhett's attention. During a point in which a couple women who worked for his manager wanted to talk to him, Sarah and I joined Angela on the couch, talking about drumming and stuff. We were all wearing skirts (Angela sporting a Gina Black-esque red dress) and none of us had pockets and for some reason we were discussing that. I declared, placing my hand on my chest, that I all I needed was the pocket nature gave me. This seemed to really crack up Angela, which made me happy, although I felt a bit embarassed by what I had said. When we left to go back to the club for the set, Rhett gave us hugs, and I got a kiss on the cheek which made me absolutely giddy in a fangirl sort of way.
His set was awesome, even though his voice wasn't very strong and he was absolutely exhausted from the previous night's show, and the early morning flight he had to take. Highlights included: Rollerskate Skinny, The El, This is What I Do, Buick City Complex, Brand New Way (which was dedicated to my Sister. :-) ) and Ain't That Strange (the David Bowie inspired song, haha..) I danced so much and sang along. I didn't even care if I had a stomach ache and my legs hurt or that I was losing my voice, I was having the time of my life. For some reason, just being in his presence made me feel absolutely ecstatic.
After the show, we went back to the dressing room again, this time with Lynette, Sue Anne (Sarah's mom) and Hilda (the girl who held down our spot while we were chillaxin' before the show) in tow. We met Angela's parents and old high school friends of Rhett's, as well as local radio people and others with connections to the band. I can't tell you what everyone said....or even the names of the people we met, but it was a good time, and I was feeling really great vibes. All I remember is that I have to steal the Home Videos DVD's from Katie...on Rhett's recommendation...
It's funny...for some reason, even though I've met him several times, and e-mailed him and stuff, I still find myself totally crushing on Rhett in a fangirly sort of way. It's not rational....totally goofy, in fact, but I can't help it. I thought I was totally over it, but seeing him again just brings it all back. *sigh* Oh well... He's one of the "big 3" (the other 2 of course being Glenn and Paul)...those who will always be my RSBF's...always rock star crushes, no matter how real and human they become in my mind. There will be lots of RSBF's in my life (undoubtedly...considering that that's how I am), but they will always remain in the highest standing in my mind. I'm sure that sounds absolutely crazy to you guys, but whatever.
We got back at about 4. I slept some of the way home...not really asleep, but more of that hallucinatory state in which the music in the car seems very loud and creates scenes in your head. I slept for a few hours this afternoon...now, it's late at night and it's really time for me to go to bed. I'll write more about what I did today in the morning...er...early afternoon...depending on when I actually wake up.