Post by ndavis021410 on May 7, 2006 10:06:44 GMT -5
The morning started off slow, as I had expected it to. I knew planning anything for this weekend would be fruitless, so we just went with the flow and had one objective in my mind, and that was getting Dino’s bass back to him. So, I loaded the Bass in the Jeep, brought my money, the kids, and headed for Memphis. No make-up, no change of clothes (we were only staying one night), not a care in the world, yeah right! Dino’s bass was in the Jeep and I had to give it back to him!
I wanted so many things to go perfect for this time. It wasn’t about any presentation to Dino, it wasn’t about me, and it wasn’t about anything but what we all had already done for Dino. We had got his Bass back for him. And it was my job to give it to him. Nothing that I had imagined went the way it was suppose to, and I’m thinking that was for the best in the long run of things, but still. I had so many things I wanted to tell him, and didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, it was just about him getting back something that we had worked very hard in obtaining, and going with the flow of the evening, which turned into total chaos very quickly.
The trip to Memphis went smooth, no flat tires, no Bass flying out the window, no getting sick, very different from my last Lovehammers concert, which will remain the best because of everything that I had to go through just to get there. Met up with My Doc, which in my honest opinion, was better than seeing Dino 5 times. This lady has been there for me through the roughest parts of my life, she pulled me through all the tears of bad news, laughs with the good news, and strength to handle everything in-between news. She was more than just a friend I was meeting. All my family here at MC.org has played that part in my life that is priceless and very much appreciated. It still amazes me the amount of honest to God good people, honest, caring, full of heart, full of love and compassion fans that have come together for each and everyone of us because of this awesome band the Lovehammers and their magic they call Rock N Roll. It was like meeting my long lost sister for the first time, and yes, I cried. Not much, because she wouldn’t let me, but it was a moment that I will hold in my heart forever. There’s My Doc in the parking lot looking for me, cause of course I was lost –oh hello, no one EVER give me directions and expect me to follow them- and my evening started the best way possible, meeting My Doc. Just seeing her gave me this strength inside that I hadn’t felt in years, pure happiness.
We get up to her room and I meet another amazing and the sweetest person ever. ~*SHR*~ is a person that should be giving herself to the whole world, just so it can be a better place for all to live in. Her laugh is contagious, and her presence is one that will leave a mark on anyone ever meeting this fabulous lady. Of course, I had no make-up on and looking like God knows what, so My Doc made me look all girly girl, and presentable for Dino. I really would of skeered him off if My Doc lady hadn’t fixed me up properly. Oh, then Hootiowl, I hope I’m getting that name right, and her little Hammerkiddie came up to the room, can’t use real names, so oh my. They were the cutest ever! Love the accent! Fell in love with them the moment I saw them. Then we all took turns playing with Dino’s Bass. Daniel does the “Both” pose for the camera, Natasha gets the wind blown look for the picture. ~*SHR*~, My Doc, and I all took pictures playing with the Bass. I was of course was the only one skeered of holding it, or harming it in anyway, and just held it for the picture. Then we put it back quickly where it needed to stay for the rest of the trip into Dino’s hands. Oh my. Oh, before we left, I got the pleasure of meeting our Rockbeast. He was downstairs waiting for the caravan to pull out and had these awesome presents for me sent via Angelshadow. Love the chocolates, and thanks hun. Oh, and thanks for the big hug Rockbeast, it was awesome to finally meet you too.
The traffic was horrible and the people were there! Parking became the nightmare in Memphis. Here I am in wheelchair, holding the Bass, 2 kids, and trying to find a parking place within 10 miles of the Beale Street area, and we couldn’t do it. I was following Hootiowl’s great husband, whom was following ~*SHR*~ and My Doc, and was told at several different spots to move on, or we would get towed. We finally found a spot. We all get out and decide to walk to the South Side gates, that’s where the Lovehammers would be playing. So, I could possibly see the boyz and hand over one said very heavy Bass to one very special Lovehammer. We get there and are told that we can’t even get inside until 5:00 p.m., and it was still too early to wait around. So, back 6 blocks we go, Bass in Tow, Wheelchair wheels rolling, and hungry stomachs all around. Did I forget to mention, with all the girly girl make-up, all the fun, all the fun with the Bass, we hadn’t eaten a thing all day yet! We get back to the place where we are parked out in no man’s land on side streets of Memphis TN, oh my. Hootiowl and her family along with Rockbeast were destined to find Hammer Headquarters, and by the time we had spent wheeling around to the South gate, looking for food, my Natasha got sick from so much walking, the heat, and not eating anything. Plus, I still had to buy my tickets! I thought that the ticket sells would be at each gate, but to our horror, it was only at the “North” gate, and we were parked 6 blocks away on the South gate, a very long way away. So, half way to Hammer Headquarters, Natasha is getting really sick, so we decide to stop. We let the other great people go on, and we were just going to meet up with them later. With less people, we decided the only option we had, was to leave Dino’s Bass in my Jeep, until we found the tickets, and found some food to put in our stomach’s, because by then, everyone was hungry. So, very relunctly, and with My Doc’s constant approval that nothing is going to happen to the Bass, no robber, no fire, no I could of thought of a million things that could of happened to that Bass all alone in my Jeep on a side street that didn’t look to good, um what is the word “ghetto”. My nerves was gone at this point, but My Doc had confidence in locked doors and plus the look of the case that was protecting said precious Bass of Dino’s didn’t look so hot. It really did look all scuffed up and nothing that someone would want to steal anyway! So, My Doc and ~*SHR*~ goes back to get their vehicle, and picks me and the kids up off the streets of Memphis in search of food and better parking near the North gate. Leaving Dino’s Bass in the Jeep 6 blocks from the South gate was about to make me sick, but I made it. Thank God found a spot near the North gate to park, and we go half way to find about 200 stairs to go down to get the tickets, in which ~*SHR*~ and My Doc proudly do for me. Right across the street was also a Crab Shack of sorts, so that became our much needed watering hole.
With service like it was, and the kids taking an hour to decide what they were hungry for, 5 p.m. rolled around really quickly. Here we were, and the Lovehammers started to play at 6 p.m. There was no way possible for us to get back and drive all the way back to where my Jeep was hidden amongst the side streets of Memphis, find another parking spot, and make it in time for the concert. So, we go to the concert empty handed, Dino’s Bass still hopefully safe and secure in my Jeep it seemed a million miles away from where we were at. We weren’t going to miss the concert!...........
Last night was very special for me; I’m talking about Saturday night here. I never thought I would be around to see my daughter going to her Senior Prom. I actually had a tape ready for that evening, but I made it, and this was so special to me. Little things or I guess big times like this, creeps up on a person and when it happens, emotions are for sure to run very high. Oh, she looked like a princess from Heaven, and I was very excited to just be able to be there for her. We get to the park and I’m asked to help chaperone the after party. Natasha of course said yes and here I am with black markies all over my arms from being Lovehammered the night before, going to be one of the chaperones. Of course, I slept none Friday night, who could after we all went through? Last night, I got no sleep either, oh the energy of Prom night and over 100 teenagers, was very contagious indeed. Now, the coffee is wearing off, and I can’t go on anymore. The rest of this most amazing concert and night must have to wait until my brain wakes up! It’s officially going to sleep in 30 minutes.
Love you all.....The story will finish with where were we at?....Oh the concert yes. Goodnight.....
I wanted so many things to go perfect for this time. It wasn’t about any presentation to Dino, it wasn’t about me, and it wasn’t about anything but what we all had already done for Dino. We had got his Bass back for him. And it was my job to give it to him. Nothing that I had imagined went the way it was suppose to, and I’m thinking that was for the best in the long run of things, but still. I had so many things I wanted to tell him, and didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, it was just about him getting back something that we had worked very hard in obtaining, and going with the flow of the evening, which turned into total chaos very quickly.
The trip to Memphis went smooth, no flat tires, no Bass flying out the window, no getting sick, very different from my last Lovehammers concert, which will remain the best because of everything that I had to go through just to get there. Met up with My Doc, which in my honest opinion, was better than seeing Dino 5 times. This lady has been there for me through the roughest parts of my life, she pulled me through all the tears of bad news, laughs with the good news, and strength to handle everything in-between news. She was more than just a friend I was meeting. All my family here at MC.org has played that part in my life that is priceless and very much appreciated. It still amazes me the amount of honest to God good people, honest, caring, full of heart, full of love and compassion fans that have come together for each and everyone of us because of this awesome band the Lovehammers and their magic they call Rock N Roll. It was like meeting my long lost sister for the first time, and yes, I cried. Not much, because she wouldn’t let me, but it was a moment that I will hold in my heart forever. There’s My Doc in the parking lot looking for me, cause of course I was lost –oh hello, no one EVER give me directions and expect me to follow them- and my evening started the best way possible, meeting My Doc. Just seeing her gave me this strength inside that I hadn’t felt in years, pure happiness.
We get up to her room and I meet another amazing and the sweetest person ever. ~*SHR*~ is a person that should be giving herself to the whole world, just so it can be a better place for all to live in. Her laugh is contagious, and her presence is one that will leave a mark on anyone ever meeting this fabulous lady. Of course, I had no make-up on and looking like God knows what, so My Doc made me look all girly girl, and presentable for Dino. I really would of skeered him off if My Doc lady hadn’t fixed me up properly. Oh, then Hootiowl, I hope I’m getting that name right, and her little Hammerkiddie came up to the room, can’t use real names, so oh my. They were the cutest ever! Love the accent! Fell in love with them the moment I saw them. Then we all took turns playing with Dino’s Bass. Daniel does the “Both” pose for the camera, Natasha gets the wind blown look for the picture. ~*SHR*~, My Doc, and I all took pictures playing with the Bass. I was of course was the only one skeered of holding it, or harming it in anyway, and just held it for the picture. Then we put it back quickly where it needed to stay for the rest of the trip into Dino’s hands. Oh my. Oh, before we left, I got the pleasure of meeting our Rockbeast. He was downstairs waiting for the caravan to pull out and had these awesome presents for me sent via Angelshadow. Love the chocolates, and thanks hun. Oh, and thanks for the big hug Rockbeast, it was awesome to finally meet you too.
The traffic was horrible and the people were there! Parking became the nightmare in Memphis. Here I am in wheelchair, holding the Bass, 2 kids, and trying to find a parking place within 10 miles of the Beale Street area, and we couldn’t do it. I was following Hootiowl’s great husband, whom was following ~*SHR*~ and My Doc, and was told at several different spots to move on, or we would get towed. We finally found a spot. We all get out and decide to walk to the South Side gates, that’s where the Lovehammers would be playing. So, I could possibly see the boyz and hand over one said very heavy Bass to one very special Lovehammer. We get there and are told that we can’t even get inside until 5:00 p.m., and it was still too early to wait around. So, back 6 blocks we go, Bass in Tow, Wheelchair wheels rolling, and hungry stomachs all around. Did I forget to mention, with all the girly girl make-up, all the fun, all the fun with the Bass, we hadn’t eaten a thing all day yet! We get back to the place where we are parked out in no man’s land on side streets of Memphis TN, oh my. Hootiowl and her family along with Rockbeast were destined to find Hammer Headquarters, and by the time we had spent wheeling around to the South gate, looking for food, my Natasha got sick from so much walking, the heat, and not eating anything. Plus, I still had to buy my tickets! I thought that the ticket sells would be at each gate, but to our horror, it was only at the “North” gate, and we were parked 6 blocks away on the South gate, a very long way away. So, half way to Hammer Headquarters, Natasha is getting really sick, so we decide to stop. We let the other great people go on, and we were just going to meet up with them later. With less people, we decided the only option we had, was to leave Dino’s Bass in my Jeep, until we found the tickets, and found some food to put in our stomach’s, because by then, everyone was hungry. So, very relunctly, and with My Doc’s constant approval that nothing is going to happen to the Bass, no robber, no fire, no I could of thought of a million things that could of happened to that Bass all alone in my Jeep on a side street that didn’t look to good, um what is the word “ghetto”. My nerves was gone at this point, but My Doc had confidence in locked doors and plus the look of the case that was protecting said precious Bass of Dino’s didn’t look so hot. It really did look all scuffed up and nothing that someone would want to steal anyway! So, My Doc and ~*SHR*~ goes back to get their vehicle, and picks me and the kids up off the streets of Memphis in search of food and better parking near the North gate. Leaving Dino’s Bass in the Jeep 6 blocks from the South gate was about to make me sick, but I made it. Thank God found a spot near the North gate to park, and we go half way to find about 200 stairs to go down to get the tickets, in which ~*SHR*~ and My Doc proudly do for me. Right across the street was also a Crab Shack of sorts, so that became our much needed watering hole.
With service like it was, and the kids taking an hour to decide what they were hungry for, 5 p.m. rolled around really quickly. Here we were, and the Lovehammers started to play at 6 p.m. There was no way possible for us to get back and drive all the way back to where my Jeep was hidden amongst the side streets of Memphis, find another parking spot, and make it in time for the concert. So, we go to the concert empty handed, Dino’s Bass still hopefully safe and secure in my Jeep it seemed a million miles away from where we were at. We weren’t going to miss the concert!...........
Last night was very special for me; I’m talking about Saturday night here. I never thought I would be around to see my daughter going to her Senior Prom. I actually had a tape ready for that evening, but I made it, and this was so special to me. Little things or I guess big times like this, creeps up on a person and when it happens, emotions are for sure to run very high. Oh, she looked like a princess from Heaven, and I was very excited to just be able to be there for her. We get to the park and I’m asked to help chaperone the after party. Natasha of course said yes and here I am with black markies all over my arms from being Lovehammered the night before, going to be one of the chaperones. Of course, I slept none Friday night, who could after we all went through? Last night, I got no sleep either, oh the energy of Prom night and over 100 teenagers, was very contagious indeed. Now, the coffee is wearing off, and I can’t go on anymore. The rest of this most amazing concert and night must have to wait until my brain wakes up! It’s officially going to sleep in 30 minutes.
Love you all.....The story will finish with where were we at?....Oh the concert yes. Goodnight.....
;D I've still got lots of work left to do today! 
