Ryan in Edinboro

Let me start this off by saying I suck. I was so rushed to get there. It took me much longer to get there than it took me to get to Cleveland because of traffic (and getting myself lost but we'll not mention that part because it was a straight shot but I needed gas so I had to get off I79 and couldn't figure out how to get back on north. heh. *sigh*). I have no idea which is farther mileage wise but time wise... ugh. I had to go home after work. Home is, of course, in the opposite direction. I emailed the lady who was the contact person for the concert earlier in the day. She told me doors opened at 7. 7?!?!!!!! There is no way I could possibly be there by 7. Rush hour traffic? yikes. So when I was finally on my way, it occurred to me that I forgot to put extra batteries in my purse for my camera. No biggie. I'll just take a few photos. Right? So I get there. Go in. It's this like big auditorium. Much much different than the Cambridge Room at HOB. Much. So I sat in this seat and called a friend I met on Tuesday. She texted Michelle and then texted me to tell me she was in the lobby. duh. That's a good place for the merch table, eh? So I went out there with her. The show started and we went in. We sat in the back and just took it all in. I have to tell you that Ryan in a big auditorium is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I got to hear "Dance With You" live... my lips my face my dick. And? I got to take the whole concert in with a truly beautiful person. We couldn't get my camera to zoom in without shutting off. I have no pictures... oh wait, no, I have one picture. Ryan joked with the crowd the way he does. He's just an amazing amazing amazing performer. Everything about him is so natural and just so... wow... did I say amazing? After the show, I stood aimlessly and uselessly to the side. I saw Stone running around up on stage so I went to ask him if I could do anything for him. There really wasn't anything I could do, of course. He asked me to run Ryan's jacket out to him or to Michelle so I did that. I was talking to a couple security guards... I use this term VERY loosely because they were 12 year old boys (okay 17 or 18) with yellow t-shirts... and a lady came over and was talking about how many tickets were sold. I don't remember the exact number (I'm so very scatterbrained lately... like, you have NO idea) but it was somewhere between 2 and 3 hundred. Much much different than HOB. Much. I went outside to return some phone calls. I talked to the contact lady, Carla, who was very lovely. Then I spoke with a cute, yet very shy young lady who wanted an interview with Ryan for the school paper (or something... again, I'm scatterbrained). She said he would probably stop the line right in front of her. (We were in the back.) I assured her that he would not. When she finally did get to ask her questions, she didn't write anything down. Ryan made a comment about being misquoted. When she was gathering her stuff, I said, "so ummm.. do you remember his answers to your questions?" She half-heartedly said she did so I made a conscious effort to commit them to memory. I may be scatterbrained but Ryan will not be misquoted when I was there. (I have to figure out how to get a copy of that interview.) I wanted to get another picture of Ryan and I. One that wasn't so freaking funny. ~ though it is pretty fucking priceless, I must say ~ The tambourine chick offered to take it (the interview girl offered to take it but ran out the door) and it shut off on her. Dead batteries. So Michelle took a couple with her camera (that I hate). Ryan showed me that he had the ring. He loves it. Spins it all the time. I walked to their car with them and felt my heart sinking. In that short walk, every single memory I have of Tuesday and Thursday night flashed through my brain for the millionth time. I realized how much this has meant to me and how very true it is when I say these people are beautiful and amazing. This comes not only from a fan but from somebody who has had the pleasure of meeting and speaking with them. Stone told me I need to be happy all the time. Tuesday I was a party animal and last night I was so subdued. I told him I am happy all the time (I forget who knows the truth sometimes) but that I was sober and tired and sad that my two shows were over. There were lots of Ryan hugs (he's a great hugger, btw). I swear he hugged me or I hugged him after every sentence spoken. I almost cried when he told me he was going to Malaysia by himself. He's leaving tonight. Alone. There was lots of "you're amazing" "No, you're amazing" "you're awesome" "no you're awesome" "thank you for everything" "no thank you for everything" talk. And then lots of tears when I got to my car. Grateful and overwhelmed tears. Sad tears because I have NO idea when I'll see them again. Happy tears because I am SO honored to have had this opportunity.

If Ryan Star comes anywhere near you, anywhere, go. You won't be sorry and it will be something you will remember forever.

Beautiful. Amazing. Magical. All pretty overwhelmingly so.

oh yeah... and he finally shaved

Ryan in Cleveland

He likes that I look him directly in the eyes when he's talking to me.

me and Michelle:

Me and Jen:

Okay. So I just got back (to Jen's) from the Cleveland show. I hosted a cellcert, stood right against the stage (had to have somewhere to rest my drink), and got some personal time. He told me to stop giggling. LOL... He said he was half kidding and I stuck my tongue out at him. He said he was just trying to make me cry. I told him it wouldn't take much. He played a song that he hadn't played before called "Breathe" and it made me cry. I said, "you happy? you made me cry." He said, "Well you're the emotional one." Very funny and cute. And intimate. It was more than I expected and I am very happy with my experience.

Oh! We ate at HOB before the show (to ensure first come seating ~standing~) I got up to go look for a couple girls we were meeting and realized we were seated right.next.to Ryan and his crew. I went up to Michelle and said, "hey, I'm Glow." She told me I freaked her out because she had no idea who would be recognizing her and handed me a note from my lovely friend who I met through all of this (she is one of Ryan's best friends who couldn't make it to the show because she lives and has a full-time job in New York). One of the lines was telling me to tell Ryan to be extra nice to me because she said so, so I slid in the seat beside him and showed him. He said, "Those are strong words. I'll be sure to be extra nice." They were eating so we left them alone for the most part. Stoney (the co-owner of the record label) said, "you're glow?!?!" and grabbed my hand and dragged me over to their table. I sucked on his lemon and he fed me a french fry. They are AMAZING people. If they come to your area, see them (him). oh yeah. I got a BRAND NEW ring yesterday and gave it to him. It was a spur of the moment thing and he told me after the show, after Jen told him I wanted it back, "well I wore it for a live show. It will be on ebay tomorrow." I said, "what.ev.er dude, you better be wearing it in Edinboro." He is the most dorkishly wonderful person to ever walk the face of the earth. Seriously. If you get a chance to see him... DO IT.

Thank you to those of you that support him. It means the world to me. And to him. He is doing this tour to meet his supporters. He supports his fans as much as they support him. The pictures of me and Ryan SUCK *glares at Jen* but the pictures of me and Stoney are cute. There's a humorous picture of me and Ryan that I may post. I look like such shit but the story behind it is LOL funny (to me anyway.... lol). I'll post those ones when I get home and load them to my computer (this is Star's). Hopefully, I'll get better ones of me and Ryan on Thursday. I told Stoney I wanted the set list and he handed it to me. Ryan circled "Breathe" and signed beside it.

Me and the Stone man:

LOL...don't ask:

::love::

Thank you, all of you who are taking this in. The guy is truly truly one of a kind. If you haven't yet, jump on the train. It's an amazing ride.

This week is busy

My 'DO' list:

Monday: stay awake at work, find out what time I'm leaving my house tomorrow, go home, find out what camera policy is for HOB (hoping somebody else {Laure} finds this out and tells me), leave work, go to store (I forget why *pout*), program phone numbers into my cell, make sure I've contacted everybody I'm supposed to contact, pack, have sex with husband, find out if he's going with me on Thursday, try to sleep
Tuesday: finish up whatever I didn't do the night before, check email, hang with my doggies, drive to Jen's, go meet Rockband chicks for dinner and drinks, go see Ryan FINALLY!!, remind Michelle she has something for me, try not to get drunk, tell Stoney I am sitting with him on Thursday, try to sleep

uh oh. This is Stone standing... (second from left) ... maybe I will stand with him. heh.


Wednesday: hang with Jen for a while, drive home, go shopping for dad's party on Saturday, buy ticket or tickets for Thursday, must sleep
Thursday: go to work, make it through work day, drive to Edinboro to see Ryan, pick up ticket or tickets at will call, broadcast cellcert
Friday: go to work, make it through work day, go home and prep for dad's party on Saturday
Saturday: dad's party

PLEASE if any of this is a problem for anybody else, I'll be happy to explain myself here. Not that I feel I should have to but I have no problem doing so. thanks.

heh

The Washington Post asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the winners:


Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

Bozone: The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

Cashtration: The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it.

Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

Karmageddon: It’s like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.

Decafalon: The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

Glibido: All talk and no action.

Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

Arachnoleptic fit: The frantic dance performed just after you’ve accidentally walked through a spider web.

Beelzebug: Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

Caterpallor: The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you’re eating.

Ignoranus: A person who’s both stupid and a jerk.

Cleveland Rocks

Tuesday, November 7th
yay.

I'm horribly nervous but I am sooooo excited to hang out with my JenJen.