So I think I'm heading down to the Fraze Pavilion to see Chris Isaak tonight. On a school night. Alone. Fuck it. I couldn't find anyone to go with. You get the idea I don't have many friends around here? If so, perceptive of you. I've become isolated as my friends (virtually all straight)(OK, not virtually, actually), have married off and had kids. Anyway, I'm gonna check out my prime cut of pompadoured pretty this evening. Any local fags, hags, or maybe even straight guys with questions, who wanna meet me there, just holla back, young'n'.
ADDED: How about a little local history lesson, kids? The Fraze Pavilion is named after Ermal Fraze, Dayton resident and inventor of the pull-top can (dirty!).
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You have no idea how much I wish I were well enough to go with you. Here's how bad it is, though: I can't even roll over in my sleep without waking up from the pain.
I hope the show is good. And hey, who knows, maybe you'll meet someone who you otherwise wouldn't if we were doing a Will & Grace impression. :) (haha, who am I kidding, like we're not so much more like Jack & Anastasia Beaverhausen.)
I WANT TO GO.
He is the hottest. I've seen him several times live; you will not be disappointed. So fun! And you'll make friends; he usually requests that everyone give a hug to the person next to them - so make sure you sit near a cutie.
Oh dear. Jen, I hope you weren't interpreting that as a dig. You need to focus on getting better. We would have had a grand time, though, Anastasia.
And Freakgirl, I dare not even dream of seeing Herr Isaak with you. With your celebrity track record, we'd surely leave the concert with autographed photos of us with Chris. And our hands are down his pants.
And what's wrong with that? :)
Exactly. It couldn't me more right.
I found this while I was unpacking - a shirt I bought at his Atlantic City show years ago. Lookie, he liked my tattoo and drew a picture of it:
http://i2.tinypic.com/241pede.jpg
And this is from his guitarist:
http://i1.tinypic.com/241pevc.jpg
See what I mean, people?
Dare I ask how you gain such access?
I'm nothing special. Chris and his band always go to the lobby after each show and do a meet-and-greet. Go after the band first; Chris takes longer to get there and the guys in the band are really fun.
Just push your way in to see Chris; that's what I did. Sometimes they have a line; sometimes they just hang around in the lobby. Herschel is a nice Jewish boy. ;)
This is an outdoor thang, but I'll have to keep my eyes open for a meet/greet.
Herschel, huh? A nice Jewish boy who knows his way around an instrument. My Grail.
He's precious.
That's "Ms. Beaverhausen" to you, missy. ;) No bad interpretations, we're all good.
Freakgirl, you really do seem to have a gift re: the celebrity thing.
I actually had written Ms. Beaverhausen first! Duly noted. I look forward to the day we get a salesgirl fired because she has a grey tooth.
Jen, it's because I'm a stalker. :)
I'm trying to decide on an outfit. It needs to convey easy sophistication while also suggesting that my ass is "no lines, no wait".
Cashmere chaps?
Cashmere chaps
Bedazzled with rhinestone lettering on the legs: GO ON, ASK ME.
Cashmere chaps! Of course. I knew I was gonna regret dropping them off at the Goodwill. Oh well, I'll take solace in the notion that some homeless homo is gonna be warmer this winter. Well, warmer in the front, anyway.
Since I lost some weight, chaps would require me to be constantly in a flexed state. I know they put assfat in lips. Can the ass be a recipient?
I'd go with you in a heartbeat, if I could.
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