A child of the 80s and a diehard General Hospital fan, Rick Springfield has been
on my list for a long time. I finally saw him in concert with my mom four years ago
(I'm not sure who was more excited).
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circa June 2008
first generation iPhone pic |
I've been to a ridiculous number of concerts in my three-and-a-third decades of life, and I've seen some amazing performers, from KISS to Aerosmith, who really know how to put on a show, but none of them played to their fans quite the way Rick did. Aside from playing a few notes on the guitar with a bouquet of roses, there weren't too many "frills"
(other than his sexy self, of course). But he took his life in his hands by coming into the audience, letting women grope him, signing albums, and talking to moms and boyfriends who were listening to the concert via cell phone. I vowed at the end of the concert that the next time I saw him, I was going to be close enough to reach out and feel his
Human Touch.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I found out that Rick was coming to a little venue right where I live. I immediately sent out the following email to a few of my fun-loving girlies:
Who: R, S, K, L, M, E, J, M, L, and anyone else you want to invite (girls only!)
What: Rick Springfield concert (big bangs optional, but totally encouraged)
When: July 6 @ 7 pm
Where: Tin Roof
Why: because I'm a closeted Rick Springfield groupie, and while I'm not above going by myself, it would be much more fun with girlfriends (see also: Why not?!)
Cost: $31.73 per pre-sale ticket
xo,
Cheryl
Four messaged back with enthusiastic "I'm in!" squeals and immediately discussed what we'd be wearing. I'm not sure any of them realized, though, what they were signing up for with me.
Hi, ladies. Re Friday: gates open at 5. I'd like to be there by then (at latest) if possible. We many not get close enough to be spit on by Rick, but I'd at least like to see every ripple of muscle with my naked eyes. Should naked be somewhere else in that sentence? ;) Let me know what time works for you and where you wanna meet. Can't wait!
*Crickets.*
By Thursday, the sound of crickets returned to squeals of excitement. It turns out that my girlfriends are just as crazy as I am and will do pretty much anything in the name of fun, so we all got to the venue
(aka an open parking lot) at 4:30, where we sweated our boobies off in the 100+ heat for the next five hours, all in the name of Rick.
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Groupie attire? Check! |
As you can see from the following unedited iPhone pics, it was SO WORTH IT.
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Rick takes the stage. Let the screaming begin! |
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Who needs a guitar pick when you can play with a bouquet of roses? |
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I see you're sweating just like the rest of us.
Why not make yourself more comfortable (aka take off your shirt!)? |
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He's so close, yet still so far.
And clothed. What's up with that? |
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Oh hai. You heard me. |
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And this is where I almost fainted. |
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This is the face of one happy fangirl. |