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     Hi! Hope you're enjoying my site. My name's Anne, and I'm 13. I live in       this stupid, boring, little town called Mill Valley, California. It was described by Peter Tork as, "Woodsy, small, quaint town, lots of artsy-fartsy people, but a very nice place. Second community past San Francisco." He was dead right except he forgot, BORING! Because it is boring place, and I have nothing better to do with my time, I......um.....I don't really do anything.

             I don't have much to say about myself actually. I like....stuff. I love the Monkees, Peter Tork especially, The Beatles (Ringo's A Cutie!), Jimi Hendrix, Simon and Garfunkel, Weird Al Yankovic, M*A*S*H, Andy Kaufman, The Simpsons, Dharma and Greg, Who's Line Is It Anyway and The Drew Carey Show.

            I play the bass drum in the Prince Charles Junior Pipe Band, and I work at this place called In Defense Of Animals. I've been hopelessly in love with Peter for about a year now, ever since I saw the show when I was home sick. It was Peter that got me hooked. The first episode I actually saw was The Picture Frame, but Peter's not in the begining. I thought it was dumb and turned it off. I should have trusted my first instincts, but I watched it again an hour later, and who do I see but right off the bat, Peter Tork, being all cute and sexy and sweet! I fell in love and haven't been able to go a day without seeing his face since.

Here follow the story of attending a Shoe Suede Blues concert. To see the recently added story of The Monkees 2001 tour, Click Here

              After a long day of getting lost in and wandering around Los Angelos, we went back to our hotel, and at 7:45 pm arrived in front of the church where Peter and the Shoe Suede Blues were performing. We drove around the block until the opened up the doors, during which I was tortured by being able to hear them tuning up, but we finally got in. As I turned the corner at the top of the stairs, I saw him there. Front and center, singing. He had on a black turtleneck, black jeans and black books. His now short hair was kinda spiked and he had a red guitar with a white strap that had the japanese flag and some japanese writing on it. I promptly sat down in a chair to the side of the stage and began to hyperventilate. This continued for the next hour and a half, until Peter came down. Of course, the first thing he did was amble over to Mary Jo and give her a huge kiss *How Sweet!* I somehow mustered up the courage to get his autograph and chat for a few seconds before I melted and returned to my corner again.
              Of course, being me, I'd forgotten to bring something for Peter to sign, so a nice woman gave me a picture of him from the 80's for him to sign. I was actually kinda depressed 'cause Mary Jo was telling him to give me a guitar :) (Like he would have anyway). But I'm happy with the picture. He signed it, "To Anne, Love Peter Tork" I managed to tell him where I lived, and that's when he described it to Mary Jo in such an eloquent way, and that my vice principal had taught Ivan when he was in high school. I'm not sure what he said to that, I was kinda spacing out. A girl came up to him who was a bit starstruck, so she told him that. He said it was okay, he gets like that too, so when she tells him her name so he can sign her book, he starts to scream, "Kim! Oh my god! I love you! Ahhhh!" It was just about the funniest thing ever(of course)! Like I said, after that I retreated to my corner, where I sat for another hour while they played. Then he came down again, but this time he crept off with Mary Jo to some back room for 10 minutes(It was probably more like 2, but for exageration's sake, let's say 10) and then he escorted her out to her car, so I didn't really get to see him. I got a chance to talk to the band though, and that was cool. The guitar player who was replacing Stevie for the night looked like Tommy Chong.
           They played some more then, and Stella and I were just dead. It was almost midnight and we were about ready to collapse. Tadg was dancing and waving his arms to make us laugh, which worked. 'Course it also got us some weird looks from Peter, which apparently also happened when I immitated the hippie-arm-wavy dance from Daily Nightly. After it was all over, and they'd played 5 Monkees songs(I'm a Believer, Daydream Believer, She, Last Train To Clarksville and Little Bit Me, Little Bit You), Peter came down and started to put on a pair of green Vans, which are identical to the pair I wear everyday. Once he'd changed his shoes and put on his glasses *droooool*, my Mom being nosy(god bless her) asks for a pic. I'm nervous as hell so I've got my hands stuck deep in my pockets, and Peter tries to look tough in immitation of me in the pic, but he's smiling, so it's not very accurate. After the pic, he sticks out his hand for me to shake it. I do, but I just stand there, staring at his hand touching mine. When I look up, he gives me this look like, oh come on, and he just grabs me! He totally smashed my face against his shoulder 'cause I wasn't expecting it, but it was so perfect! It was the best hug I'd ever gotten in my life. My mom snapped another pic while I was hugging him that makes it look like I'm smelling his armpit. I apparetnly stumbled away from the church okay, but I don't remember the rest of the night. I'm told I recited the whole story to David* when I got back to the hotel. It ws the best day of my life so far. Check out pics in the Photo Album

*David, for those of you who don't know me personally, is a plastic glow-in-the-dark skull that I got when I was bored on a trip to Wisconsin. One night I was tired and had set him on the bed post, and as soon as Stella saw it she started screaming and saying it looked like I ghost and to get it away. The bedpost was very short though, so I said it'd have to be a pretty damn short ghost, so of course, that set off screams of it's the ghost of David Jones. He's been known as that ever since, even though we all know Davy's not dead........yet. Heh heh