Oh,
wait, it’s just Joey, but I felt like the most loved celeb.
So,
you’ve read J’s post about our weekend, right.
Well, I won’t run through the entire scene again; I just want to
highlight some things.
Also,
you probably read my confession, so, it was no big surprise that nobody had
time for me, though we drove five hours.
Nobody, by the way, except the most lovely, angel sister of mine. Honestly speaking, Kasie had no reason to
come. You know me, so you know I don’t
mean that badly at all. I haven’t seen
Kasie for over two decades. She
basically doesn’t know me, but she wanted to know me. I was keeping my cool, but when she found our
table at Chili’s, along with Emma, I was so happy to see her beautiful, happy
face, I almost started crying.
We
talked, we ate, we laughed, we had a blast reconnecting! We also laughed at Ashley when our server
brought dessert with 6 spoons, but she exclaimed the plate was all hers. We spent almost a couple hours together, but
then it was time to get ready to rock out.
I love
you, Kasie and Emma-you made me feel so important-and I hope we have many more
times together.
So, I
thought about writing two blogs, but na.
You saw the pics of my shirt, didn’t you? That shirt is 20 years old-I bought it at my
2nd Stabbing Westward concert, when Darkest Days was their new
album. I remember clearly, in fact. SW opened for Depeche Mode. After they played, and DM started, Chris was
walking around, as he’s always liked interacting with fans. He stood close to me, but I was screaming,
“Christopher!” but he didn’t hear me.
So, I
whipped him with my new shirt.
Hahaha,
I think it barely touched him, but it got his attention, and I got plenty of
hugs. Back to now. I had to wear that shirt. But you know what, everybody recognized its
awesomeness, so, it didn’t bother me freezing to death because I never, in that
five hours we were outside, put on a jacket.
We did
buy hoodies before Chris showed up to man the booth, I should have bought a
beanie, too, because when we came back to the table, they were sold out. I’m such a weirdo. Jason said, “There’s Chris” (at the table),
so I turned and just stood there.
We
said hi, and still I just stood there (I’m like, hello, Joey, say
something). Then he said he should give
me a hug and asked if I want a pic.
Okay,
so here it is. I froze (not literally…yet) because I had something important to
give him-my novel, Quest For Freedom, that I signed for him.
He’s signed so many things for me, including my shirt that night. And also Little Debbie snack cakes, Walter, Bobby,
guys, I hope you got one, lol.
Stabbing
Westward, as I’ve mentioned, is my favorite band. They inspire me, they’ve brought me back from
some really dark places. When I write,
they’re one of the main bands I listen to.
Okay,
so SW was about to start. We got
basically as close as close could get, but there were 2 douches that would not
scooch-yes, the 6 foot tall “dicks” that Jason mentioned in his post. I was getting upset, J could tell. He said, “Don’t worry, Chris will see you.”
I
said, “But these guys refuse to move an inch.”
Don’t worry dudes (as if they ever did), you didn’t ruin one second of
my night. Even though I realized the guy
in front of me and slightly to my right repeatedly rubbed his butt all over my
control, until I turned it. Yeah, really. I eventually figured he was either drunker
than a skunk, or he got off on it, cause somebody else would have been like, what keeps poking me in the ass? Whatever, guy.
What
happened next shocked me. Chris knelt a
bit to see me and said, “(everybody) Take care of Joey.”
WTF? I almost died-I was so happy! In an area with (I really don’t know) a ton
of people, he saw ME! And he called me
by my name. The way I feel, it’s really sweet
if someone says endearing things like “hon”, “sweetie”, “buddy”, whatever, but
when they say your name, that just shows they care enough to know you. Wow.
Chris
is so engaging-the whole band makes each fan feel special and important for
going to see them-but he’d look around people, under their arms, whatever, just
to let me know how important I am!
Thank
you!
The
night was Amazing! The people around us
were so nice, helping us take pics. The
energy-everybody singing every word-you could feel decades of love and
devotion.
The night
was coming to an end, but I finally got to meet Walter; isn’t that crazy, in
all these years. We said hi to Bobby,
who we first met in 2004, Orgy concert in Odessa. We still had to give Chris a site T-Shirt,
yep.
A big
shout out to Rivethead and Secret of Boris.
That was the first time to hear you, and you guys are Awesome!
So,
wow. I know I’m forgetting something-I always
do. Thank you, Ashley and Alexis, Cindy
and Terry-for watching our boys-and, of course, Jason.
Thank
you, God.
If you
know me, you know I’m usually pretty shy, in part because of my CP, but there
are things I know if I don’t do, I’ll regret forever. What am I trying to say here? Well, I guess, disabled or not, don’t let
fear-or anything-stop you. Wherever
Jason and I go, we might see one, maybe two, others in chairs (as was the case
seeing SW). Maybe they just don’t want
to. That’s fine, but maybe it’s something
else.
Guys,
we love you all. Whether you’re new
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older blogs.
I hope
I did justice with this one.
Here's one pic you didn't see
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