Star-stud-ed-week
Greetings from La La Land. This week has been very interesting as far as me getting out and about. Tuesday night Julie and I went to see Keith Urban at the Universal Ampitheatre. I had never heard his music and had only seen one 'beefcake' photo that Julie had pinned to fridge to go by. By the way, I was informed that I'd be going with her about 1 1/2 hours before she was supposed to be there (I have a great friend who works for the House of Blues who did me a great favour and got us tickets and back-stage passes). Undaunted, I got dressed, and before I walked out the door,
SO, we go to the concert, and it's AMAZING! That boy can play! Who knows... I might actually ADMIT to liking Country music (I know: "Patsy Cline IS country, Darlin'") Well, he's country, with a Rock-n-roll wrapper, an he can play not only a mean guitar and banjo, but piano too! I was impressed. Julie burned me a CD and I'm going to listen to it tonight!
After the show, we got backstage and meet everyone in his band except him, that's OK, I'm having a great time, Julie is in 7th Heaven, so all is right with the world at the moment. Julie took photos of everything that didn't move. The drummer, the Bassist, the guitar player.... no Keith Urban... Ok, here's Keith Urban's Tour bus, here's Keith Urban's security guards... here's Keith Urban's Chips and Salsa! (I tried to convince Julie that while we hadn't actually SEEN him up close, I was SURE that he had personally licked each of those chips.... It worked for a while...
We got locked out into the back stage area when the ampitheatre closed, and had to walk all the way across Citywalk to get to the car, but Julie didn't seem to feel the weight of the world on her feet, as I think she was actually floating to the car. She was bummed out that she didn't get the chance to buy a t-shirt, when all of a sudden on the drive out, she got one from a road-side vendor for 15 bucks (long sleeved too!). We floated home. It was good to see her happy for a change.
This afternoon, I completely forgot about George Clooney being on the Tonight Show, and that she had asked to go. So, we went. Nora's best friend Amanda's Dad works on the Tonight Show and got us the last 2 seats for "v.i.p.s" George Clooney is VERY popular. I forgot this. I got a reminder when this total whack-job of a woman sat next to Julie (thank God she didn't sit next to me). She handed us her business card. She's an actress from New Mexico (Dinner Theatre?) and flew in for the day to see HIM. She was wearing an outfit that fit her persona. Cat-eye glasses with rhinestones, an old-lady frock (orange with flowers) and knee-high (again old-lady style ,not sexy style) stockings. ugh... She had a fold up sign that said "Welcome George Clooney" and had printed up a t-shirt for him to wear with her stage name and an "I HEART" on it. again.. uggghhh.
The security pegged her right off, and our row got it's own guard. Wheeeee..
George Clooney was his usual self. He did tell a great story about having a drinking contest with Ahhhnold, and paying the waitress $500 to serve him water and Ahhnold full-strength Schnapps... (Arnold had made the comment that he could drink any Irishman under the table...) Needless to say Arnold lost... and then ran for Govinator...
OK, I must away. I must relinquish computer time, as I think Earl is jonezin' for a King Kong fix... oh the Humanity! Will it never end?
T.T.F.N.
Gna
SO, we go to the concert, and it's AMAZING! That boy can play! Who knows... I might actually ADMIT to liking Country music (I know: "Patsy Cline IS country, Darlin'") Well, he's country, with a Rock-n-roll wrapper, an he can play not only a mean guitar and banjo, but piano too! I was impressed. Julie burned me a CD and I'm going to listen to it tonight!
After the show, we got backstage and meet everyone in his band except him, that's OK, I'm having a great time, Julie is in 7th Heaven, so all is right with the world at the moment. Julie took photos of everything that didn't move. The drummer, the Bassist, the guitar player.... no Keith Urban... Ok, here's Keith Urban's Tour bus, here's Keith Urban's security guards... here's Keith Urban's Chips and Salsa! (I tried to convince Julie that while we hadn't actually SEEN him up close, I was SURE that he had personally licked each of those chips.... It worked for a while...
We got locked out into the back stage area when the ampitheatre closed, and had to walk all the way across Citywalk to get to the car, but Julie didn't seem to feel the weight of the world on her feet, as I think she was actually floating to the car. She was bummed out that she didn't get the chance to buy a t-shirt, when all of a sudden on the drive out, she got one from a road-side vendor for 15 bucks (long sleeved too!). We floated home. It was good to see her happy for a change.
This afternoon, I completely forgot about George Clooney being on the Tonight Show, and that she had asked to go. So, we went. Nora's best friend Amanda's Dad works on the Tonight Show and got us the last 2 seats for "v.i.p.s" George Clooney is VERY popular. I forgot this. I got a reminder when this total whack-job of a woman sat next to Julie (thank God she didn't sit next to me). She handed us her business card. She's an actress from New Mexico (Dinner Theatre?) and flew in for the day to see HIM. She was wearing an outfit that fit her persona. Cat-eye glasses with rhinestones, an old-lady frock (orange with flowers) and knee-high (again old-lady style ,not sexy style) stockings. ugh... She had a fold up sign that said "Welcome George Clooney" and had printed up a t-shirt for him to wear with her stage name and an "I HEART" on it. again.. uggghhh.
The security pegged her right off, and our row got it's own guard. Wheeeee..
George Clooney was his usual self. He did tell a great story about having a drinking contest with Ahhhnold, and paying the waitress $500 to serve him water and Ahhnold full-strength Schnapps... (Arnold had made the comment that he could drink any Irishman under the table...) Needless to say Arnold lost... and then ran for Govinator...
OK, I must away. I must relinquish computer time, as I think Earl is jonezin' for a King Kong fix... oh the Humanity! Will it never end?
T.T.F.N.
Gna
posted by Earl at 8:58 PM
1 Comments:
I believe the sign said "Hello Mr. Clooney". As if that makes it any more sane. I'm not sure if it was performance art or we just got punk'd, but man, I was glad when she left.
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