2 Limbs down 2 to go- RS Concert HOB pt 1 (of many Im sure)

OK- call it a fetish, or an obsession.

Or call me a transformed person when it happens.

I love Rick Springfield.

Whenever I see him, I feel like im 16 again (without the awkwardness and zits) and I just have a blast.

I forget that Ive been married for 9 years now (as of this week -wooo hoo- Yikes...who would have thought), and that I have a 3 year old and Im a working mother with responsibilites, knees that are dying and and and.... and suddenly...Im transformed.

I first saw him in Vegas (yea, I was too poor in Jr. High to see him, although I did have a poster of him up on my wall --white background--He was soooo fine) and it was next to Don Johnson (what the HELL was I thinkin there???)

Anyway, as an adult, I talked Larry into taking me to see Rick when we were in Vegas. He said he had never seen me like this... ooh and I touched his leg, as he passed by.

I was in heaven, I touched Rick's leg (it was the left one mind you).

So Larry, in his INFINITE wisdom thought (or so I saw the wheels turning) - that was fun, lets go to another one! Of course I'm sure that me being in the fan club and various other things for a while didn't hurt, however I had let my fan club membership lapse as my teenage crush was not frequenting this area that much.

But when Rick came to the Pala, Larry got me tickets. Of course, after that, I got my own tickets for House of Blues. The Pala wasnt great seats, and Larry was there, so even though I was ecstatic to see Rick, it wasnt the same, and I didnt get to touch, he didnt come back to where I was.

House of Blues....OOOOOOOOOOOH House of Blues. What a GLORIOUS night that was. The opening band was actually quite good, I didnt think that the Squirts would be that good... I mean, lets face it, when your band name is synonymous with doin the green apple quick step, its proly NOT a GOOD thing.

But they were, quite good. And then...FINALLY, Rick came out. OhmmmmmmaaaaaaGAAAWD. I have pictures. As Alyssa would say, lots o dem.

HOB is General Admission, so he came out onto the floor. I had made my friend Kim endure standing there on the floor for HOURS for this very occasion. I WAS NOT going to miss an opportunity to up my limb touching quotas. (yea folks, I'm a dork).

So he came out our way. He had been up on the sound booth but then he came down our way. He held out a hand for help, Im pretty sure he got at least part of mine, Although I was entranced by the whole situation so I cannot remember completely. Call it an endorphin/seratonin blackout. Anyway, As he passed by, I touched the right Arm and the back.

So, to date, left leg, right arm, back.

Need to touch the torso and other limbs, and the coup de grace, the butt. oooooooh yea.. Butt.
That will be the merciful and wonderful end, call it a catharsis, a release, a tour de force.

The funny thing is, that when I'm there, I see him as the same person that he was when I was 16, although I know from his blog that he has been married roughly as long as I have been alive.

Its a sad world that we deal with. Age sucks. But Rick still looooooooks goooooooooood (to me at least- Larry doesn't care but likes the fringe bene's)