*SIGH* I admit it. I'm suffering from "I still haven't met David Cook" envy. So, to further feed my jealousy, I want to make this post about YOU. If you've met him, talked to him, hugged him, or all of the above wrapped into one, I want to hear about it. I'll be okay, promise. As I sit here, typing away, chewing on a piece of Apple Pie gum, *thank you Cyndi!!* I now realize it's been two weeks since I blew my chance to be like you all. But enough about me...Comment away and tell me every detail, or at least what you can remember.
Short blog tonight, but I have marriage homework to do. Until next time!!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Come back to me!!
It's been a week since I saw David last, and I'm having major withdrawals today. Sitting here after watching 3 hours worth of sexy vampire anime, I decided it's time to whine a little.
If you're against this, click the X on the top-right corner of your browser window now.
If you're with me, break out the tissues and violins! *cracks knuckles* Here goes.
Exactly one week ago today, probably down to the exact hour, I was in Denver anxiously awaiting the moment I would see my hero take the stage, after over 2 years of anticipation! Or is it torture?...
Kira and I (God bless her for going with me) didn't have VIP passes, because I decided to be cheap and NOT buy my chance to stare into the face of Mr. Sexy. Yes, I know.
DAVID COOK FANS CAN NOT SAVE MONEY!
We can try, but it's so hard. Ask my bank account, and it'll tell you it still doesn't understand why I needed 4 copies of This Loud Morning. One of them came with a signed booklet...but I feel guilty. Not because I bought four, but because I didn't buy more than that! Point your fingers and blame the less than stellar sales on me...I'm gonna go cry in the corner.
Anyway.
We wandered aimlessly, then decided it was too hot to wait around and went to the Wendy's across the street. This is where I can honestly say I do not deserve to be a DC fan.
Kira looks over, sees a guy walking in the same direction as us, with GORGEOUS rock band dude hair. Now, what happens next, could have been prevented. Read on, kids.
She hasn't been sucked into the DC fandom near as deep as we have, so she had an excuse for this.
I, however, deserve the tar and feather treatment.
Okay, I'm avoiding the subject.
Kira points out that Mr. Sexy rocker hair should be in a band. My mind was elsewhere, so I quickly glanced over and agreed with her. Turns out, it was Kyle! As in Peek! As in the percussion section of the Mother F-ing ANTHEMIC!
Just shoot me now. It gets worse. He ended up getting in line behind us, and we still said nothing. Fabulous. That could have been the key to SO many things! Oh well. He probably thought we were weird anyway for ordering fries and a frosty for dinner.
So after that ordeal, it was near showtime! We got in line, got into the theater, ended up about 3 rows back from the stage on Devin's side, which would have been Neal's. Traitor. Just kidding.
The show was great...I am in love with Carolina Liar now, Kira is in love with Devin, the merch guy almost lost his head for being a jerk, and I hope I never see that security guard again. Let me repeat my sign moment, you...something!
Thats what I get for not taking my midol...sigh. David was on fire, as if that's anything new. He's such an amazing performer, and I was happy to have been so close to him. Next time he's here, I WILL meet him. Of course, I will be a married woman by that time...so no running away with the band for me!
Cry...
To sum it all up:
Kyle eats at Wendys.
David is sexy.
Don't ask about afterparties, just buy stuff.
David is sexy.
Security guy was just jealous of me.
And...
David is sexy.
If you're against this, click the X on the top-right corner of your browser window now.
If you're with me, break out the tissues and violins! *cracks knuckles* Here goes.
Exactly one week ago today, probably down to the exact hour, I was in Denver anxiously awaiting the moment I would see my hero take the stage, after over 2 years of anticipation! Or is it torture?...
Kira and I (God bless her for going with me) didn't have VIP passes, because I decided to be cheap and NOT buy my chance to stare into the face of Mr. Sexy. Yes, I know.
DAVID COOK FANS CAN NOT SAVE MONEY!
We can try, but it's so hard. Ask my bank account, and it'll tell you it still doesn't understand why I needed 4 copies of This Loud Morning. One of them came with a signed booklet...but I feel guilty. Not because I bought four, but because I didn't buy more than that! Point your fingers and blame the less than stellar sales on me...I'm gonna go cry in the corner.
Anyway.
We wandered aimlessly, then decided it was too hot to wait around and went to the Wendy's across the street. This is where I can honestly say I do not deserve to be a DC fan.
Kira looks over, sees a guy walking in the same direction as us, with GORGEOUS rock band dude hair. Now, what happens next, could have been prevented. Read on, kids.
She hasn't been sucked into the DC fandom near as deep as we have, so she had an excuse for this.
I, however, deserve the tar and feather treatment.
Okay, I'm avoiding the subject.
Kira points out that Mr. Sexy rocker hair should be in a band. My mind was elsewhere, so I quickly glanced over and agreed with her. Turns out, it was Kyle! As in Peek! As in the percussion section of the Mother F-ing ANTHEMIC!
Just shoot me now. It gets worse. He ended up getting in line behind us, and we still said nothing. Fabulous. That could have been the key to SO many things! Oh well. He probably thought we were weird anyway for ordering fries and a frosty for dinner.
So after that ordeal, it was near showtime! We got in line, got into the theater, ended up about 3 rows back from the stage on Devin's side, which would have been Neal's. Traitor. Just kidding.
The show was great...I am in love with Carolina Liar now, Kira is in love with Devin, the merch guy almost lost his head for being a jerk, and I hope I never see that security guard again. Let me repeat my sign moment, you...something!
Thats what I get for not taking my midol...sigh. David was on fire, as if that's anything new. He's such an amazing performer, and I was happy to have been so close to him. Next time he's here, I WILL meet him. Of course, I will be a married woman by that time...so no running away with the band for me!
Cry...
To sum it all up:
Kyle eats at Wendys.
David is sexy.
Don't ask about afterparties, just buy stuff.
David is sexy.
Security guy was just jealous of me.
And...
David is sexy.
Friday, October 21, 2011
If Billie Jean isn't your lover, can I be?
I know what you're thinking. Get in line, sister!
Or, you're engaged! Back off!
Just being silly...it's after midnight and God knows if I'll ever sleep tonight...*shakes fist*
It's David's fault. That's right. I don't think I've been in my right mind since he entered it. I certainly haven't been since my sort-of-encounter with him in June of '09. June 26th, specifically. I should mention that the title of this blog ties not only to David, but to Michael Jackson. He's another musical genius, and the day he died was a sad one indeed. Being able to see David the day after that tragedy made things a little better, and made me see him in a whole different way. I always knew Dave had a heart if gold, but this night confirmed it for me.
Why?
Because... He was on his first solo tour. He could have made that night all about him and blew off the event of the past day. DID he? No. He dedicated a moment of his night to a man who touched so many lives in his 50 years. And it was beautiful. He didn't do Billie Jean, as many thought he might. Aspen got it though. At least it happened in my state. Ha.
Oh, you want to know about our monent. before he performed breathe tonight, he took a breather to thank everyone for coming out, and this is where it happened. I had a sign with me, because I wanted to do something cool and get some attention. Not this much...I had the only sign in the crowd! Not just another face, people! In short, he pointed me out, the crowd loved it, and I'm still recovering. He does that...
That's all for now, but this is not the last goodbye!
Or, you're engaged! Back off!
Just being silly...it's after midnight and God knows if I'll ever sleep tonight...*shakes fist*
It's David's fault. That's right. I don't think I've been in my right mind since he entered it. I certainly haven't been since my sort-of-encounter with him in June of '09. June 26th, specifically. I should mention that the title of this blog ties not only to David, but to Michael Jackson. He's another musical genius, and the day he died was a sad one indeed. Being able to see David the day after that tragedy made things a little better, and made me see him in a whole different way. I always knew Dave had a heart if gold, but this night confirmed it for me.
Why?
Because... He was on his first solo tour. He could have made that night all about him and blew off the event of the past day. DID he? No. He dedicated a moment of his night to a man who touched so many lives in his 50 years. And it was beautiful. He didn't do Billie Jean, as many thought he might. Aspen got it though. At least it happened in my state. Ha.
Oh, you want to know about our monent. before he performed breathe tonight, he took a breather to thank everyone for coming out, and this is where it happened. I had a sign with me, because I wanted to do something cool and get some attention. Not this much...I had the only sign in the crowd! Not just another face, people! In short, he pointed me out, the crowd loved it, and I'm still recovering. He does that...
That's all for now, but this is not the last goodbye!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Hello...
...is it me you're looking for? Sorry, just had to go back to 2008 for a moment. But that moment is not the one that sealed my fate as a broke, squeeing fangirl. It was the first time ever I saw his...nope. Not doing that again. It was Omaha. Yes, the first time anyone had ever heard of David Cook. Unless you frequented the bar he worked at, saw him performing pre-idol, anything like that. But anyway, back to the story. The first time I laid eyes on him, I felt something. Weird, because he hadn't even sung a blessed note. The second he opened his mouth and the words "My name is David Cook" poured out, I was dead. He was so genuine, so different. Not to mention, he was gorgeous. Yes, folks, David Cook was a hottie pants. Still is.
I found myself falling deeper once he began singing "Living on a Prayer". I love that song, and I love Bon Jovi, but this isn't about you, Jon. I loved how Randy and Paula got him, and to this day I'm still confused by Simon. Yes, he is worthy. He's also wordy. Whatever you said, you silly Brit. I love you. But yes, that was the moment my life changed forever. And...it gets better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. If you're my parents and friends, you'd say it's definitely worse. If you're another one of DC's people, you know exactly where I'm coming from when I say I'd gladly educate anyone who thought otherwise. Can I get an AMEN? I thank God for this man everyday, and I thank him for Andrew. Because this is all his fault. On a side note, I'm roughly 8 hours from Omaha, and had a passing thought about going to those auditions. Still kicking myself for that one. But I guess that was for the best...I could never recover from a beating like that. To conclude, I will say there has never been anyone like David, and there never will be again. He's one of a kind, and that's the way we like it, right? Till next time...
I found myself falling deeper once he began singing "Living on a Prayer". I love that song, and I love Bon Jovi, but this isn't about you, Jon. I loved how Randy and Paula got him, and to this day I'm still confused by Simon. Yes, he is worthy. He's also wordy. Whatever you said, you silly Brit. I love you. But yes, that was the moment my life changed forever. And...it gets better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. If you're my parents and friends, you'd say it's definitely worse. If you're another one of DC's people, you know exactly where I'm coming from when I say I'd gladly educate anyone who thought otherwise. Can I get an AMEN? I thank God for this man everyday, and I thank him for Andrew. Because this is all his fault. On a side note, I'm roughly 8 hours from Omaha, and had a passing thought about going to those auditions. Still kicking myself for that one. But I guess that was for the best...I could never recover from a beating like that. To conclude, I will say there has never been anyone like David, and there never will be again. He's one of a kind, and that's the way we like it, right? Till next time...
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