forever blue - where our heroine cripples herself in the name of love
Posted By Deb
so. most of you who know me know two certain things - 1) i loooooove Chris Isaak and 2) i'm incredibly clumsy and prone to public embarrassment. recently i had the pleasure of combining both of these charming personality traits.
i've seen Chris Isaak & Silvertone live twice before. i was ready for this show. i was ready to position myself in the very front row, to get close up and personal with Chris, and to get my picture taken with him after the show. the first time i had met him, i freaked out and don't think i said anything to him except "uh." this time i would not panic like a deer in headlights. i was going to be one of those girls who he pulls up on stage to dance with him. i would be the envy of every girl in that room.
the night's show was in Atlantic City at the Trump Marina. after much deliberation, i decide to wear a bright orange print minidress so i'll be noticed. my friend Rachel points out to me later that i probably didn't need the dress to be noticed. the show starts at 10:00pm, doors open at 9:00pm, so i make us all get in line at 7:30 (it's general admission and i want to be right up front). we're close to the front of the line so i'm pretty psyched. while we wait, i throw back a couple watered-down free casino gin and tonics.
the doors open on schedule at 9:00pm, and two of my friends take off in a blaze of glory to secure the seats we want. i pick up my pace to keep up with them (gin and tonic in one hand, ashtray and lit cigarette in the other), and...
i trip over my own shoe and sprawl flat on my face. not just a trip, but a fall. on the floor.
did i mention that there were about 100 people behind me?
i am so embarrassed that i just scramble up and keep going as if nothing happened, pretending i don't hear the shocked gasps behind me. i leave my friend Fred in the dust, who was probably standing there in disbelief, trying to find his camera.
when i get to my seat, Rachel informs me that i have cigarette ash all over my face. about 15 minutes later, i realize that i left my left kneecap somewhere in the lobby carpeting. after a trip to the ladies' room to clean up the ashes and the blood, we settle in our seats. 5th row - don't even get me started.
the show starts and we manage to move to the second row. then we slip up to the first row, right against the stage. at this point i'm in heaven. i'm so close to Chris that i could tune his guitar. this is when Security starts giving me shit. i'm forced to move back to the second row, but when he's not looking i find another spot in the first row and they let me stay.
the rest of the show is fabulous. of course, it wasn't enough that i nearly broke my kneecaps for some attention. during some sort of little shtick onstage, the keyboard player (Brett) accidentally splashes a glass of cold water down the front of my dress. at the end, when they start pulling girls up on stage, i refuse to make eye contact with any of the band because i know with my skinned knees there is no way i could climb up on that stage without making more of an ass of myself than i already have.
anyway. that's pretty much my story. always some excitement. post-show was even better, because i got autographs, gave a kiss to Kenney (drummer), chatted with Brett, flirted with the guitarist (Hershel) who told me i was cute, and Chris drew a rendition of my tattoo on the t-shirt i bought and then remarked that he "noticed me" in the front row.
how ironic.
oh yeah, i got carded on the casino floor and then proceeded to lose $80.
-- Deb
Deb's Web Site, Freakgirl.com
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