Have you ever had just one magical spontanious moment in your life that was just great. Well as many of you know my family gave me a ticket to see Bon Jovi for mothers day. Well yesterday was the big day. There were so many magical moments. My "sistar" E, friend M and partner in crime "B" all hop in to the COUGER MOBILE (that is what E called it) and head out for the 3 hour drive to the concert. The first one wonderful moment was that my sister "B" had gotten a free ticket to attend. So we had to pick the ticket up when we got the concert city. She went to the hotel where the ticket was waiting to get it and there were (sit down for this) 2 FREE TICKETS WITH BACK STAGE PASSES. Unreal. We were so excited we squealed. We all took our pictures with the passes around our neck. We get to the concert field, after walking about 30 minutes up hill in 30 degree heat. We go in find and find our other friend C and her friends. Chat and at that point B and myself decided to go and check out what is happening behind the sceen. We walk around, not much to see or happening so we go back out into the croud and watch STATE OF SHOCK. By, are those guys good. We sing, hop and dance. We see a few people we know and show them our passes. When the band finishes we decide to go back inside to see what is going on. There is Randy Backman walking across the field. We don't want to be freakes and go ask for autographs so we just keep strolling. We then go watch Randy Backman and Burtin Cummings perform. B says this reminds her of our old border Aiden so I call my brother on the other side of the country and screem into the message machine that I am 20 feet away from his teen idols. They finish so we go for another walk around. We sit on some stairs and just wait for Bon Jovi to arrive. Everyone is waving to us and saying HI like we are somebody. I try to call E to see if she wanted to come in for a bit to look around at basically trucks and road people. No answer. I guess with the crouds outside it is hard to hear a phone. We get up to go back up to the front of the stage to watch the concert (we are between the 50,000 people and stage). As we walk up pulls 2 Suburban trucks with Bon Jovi. They drive up besides the stage. We run to the front just as Richie walks out (S I took a picture for you) (My sister S wanted me to tell Richie that she forgives him for leaving Heather Lockler HAHA) Then Jon runs out. So wonderful. I said there would be 50,000 people, me and Jon Bon Jovi and I wasn't far from it. B and myself stood beside the stage the whole time and danced and sang. I even think Jon laughed at B at one point because she does this little waving motion sometimes when she dances and she just happened to be doing it when he looked over at her. He stated to chuckle. Then he sang MAKE A MEMORY. Breath taking. When the concert ends I say to "B" lets go back and see if we can see them. She follows me like I am going to jail. We walk around the stage and there is no one there. We see the guys legs under a transport truck, as they are getting into their SUV's. I say "come on B we are getting closer" . There are 2 police on motor cycles who are escorting the band away. They don't seem to really care that me and B are stood there. As Bon Jovi pulls away we are the only 2 people stood there waving. I said thank you for making my life complete. Sounds kind of corny but that is exactly how I felt at that very moment.
The band is gone. There are 50,000 people leaving the concert field, we were like a herd of cattle. It took us an hour, shoulder to shoulder with unknown people. At the end of the walk there was a old covered bridge. My partner in crime "B" and myself were walking through with approx 200 people (that is about full capacity) when some guy, at the top of his lungs, started singing (Bon Jovi toon) SHOT THROUGH THE HEART AND YOUR TO BLAME and everyone else sang YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME. It was just a random moment. Everyone laughed. "B" said "that was so cool". And it was. It just put the topper to a wonderful day.
We meet E and M at a gas station and head back home. We got home 3am. I feel like I have been hit over the head by a dump truck. Guess I am getting to old for these late nights. But you know what, I WOULD DO IT ALL AGAIN.
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