After 6 weeks in So Cal, a touch of homesickness for the East Coast had set in, and TS being in Long
Beach was a godsend. After my trying unsuccessfully for weeks to win tickets to this concert, my sister Debbie gave me tickets for the show. I was overjoyed! My best friend, Cathy, a
new mom at the time, was glad to have a night out.Imagine how crushed I was when between I-405 traffic & bad directions, we entered the arena just in time to hear the last
chorus of "SMF." Suicide was briefly considered. Yeah, Iron Maiden was good; but dammit, I felt Dee-prived and Dee-jected! |
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This show was a gift, and has a
great story behind it... (the Animal is a generous guy :-) but I'll be damned if we didn't end up getting there so late we saw EXACTLY the same thing as 3
days earlier.The only thing that saved me from a psychotic episode were the backstage passes that came with the tickets. I may not have gotten to see the show, but I got to hang out
backstage, where I met the guys for a momentary handshake & "Hey." Not Dee, of course... because the Fates are sadistic, I think. We ended up partying with a bunch of
people at the hotel, where I met AJ
again, and talked to him for a bit. Bless his heart, he surprised me by saying he'd arrange for tickets & passes to a San Diego show a week later. That was the beginning of a friendship that meant quite a lot to me, but that's a story for another time... Heh! "Bad" boys indeed! What sweethearts...
Oh yeah, and ... Iron Maiden was good! |
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