Post by hopeless4mc on Feb 4, 2006 21:10:00 GMT -5
...but not for lack of trying.
Hello,
Although I’m not much of a poster, I have been a faithful lurker since all of the boards have been up. Thanks everyone who has posted for the entertaining reads well into the wee hours of the night. Gee Marty, I think I got way more beauty sleep before RS INXS. I also think I need new glasses.
Anyway, I went to Lovehammers’ concert (with closing act INXS) last Saturday in Vegas. My sincerest apologies for not posting earlier, but it always takes me a few days to recuperate from Vegas. As I’ve told my husband, I have a love/hate relationship with Vegas. Sometimes I dread going to Vegas. Often, I equate sitting at the gaming tables with having another job. No matter how hard I work; the casino never pays me enough.
Which reminds me…before I forget…Hey Lovehammers, if you ever get around to reading this post, my husband and I would like to thank you for saving us A LOT of money. Your set and subsequent M&G were definitely the lengths of several bad shoes and devastating rolls (x 2, for my husband and myself). Anyway, I digress, posts about my blackjack and craps adventures can be found in another board.
As always, my luck in Vegas this past weekend was…how does the country song go…if-it-weren’t-for-back-luck-I’d-have-no-luck-at all? On Saturday morning, I decided to play hooky from the gaming tables. After telling the pit boss that I was taking a sick day, I set out on my all day search for Lovehammers. While I did meet some very interesting people, my Lovehammers hunt wasn’t very bountiful. The closest I came was passing someone who looked an awful lot like Dino Kourelis while I was enroute to the coffee shop. Now, I know everyone is thinking: “Hey what kind of fan is she, if she can’t even recognize Dino? Single-digit poster.”
Personally, I truly believe that the person I passed was indeed Dino. (And if not, well, a girl can dream can’t she? That goes double for a girl in Vegas. How else do you think the Mandalay Bay pays their electric bill?) Well, I have a perfectly good explanation why I can’t prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I saw Dino. I passed the alleged Mr. Kourelis #2 from behind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him, did a double-take, swung around, and then bumped into a family of four loaded up with shopping bags. Incidentally, the family was a young couple with in-laws/parents, which is what my husband and I refer to as Vegas Vacation Combo Platter #3. My husband and I are a Vegas Vacation Combo Platter #1 (i.e. DINK couple who enjoys donating money to casinos so that casinos can pay their electric bill). Hey, it’s a good cause; the desert gets pretty dark at night.
Sorry, I’m digressing again (and now you understand why I don’t post often). Thankfully, during my fender bender, no one was hurt/trampled; hot coffee wasn’t involved; and casino security was not required to disband us. (I’ll get to the casino security later). By the time all five of us wrapped up our apologies, Dino had, of course, vanished into the glittering palace of dreams. (Dino and me-no in the casino. That rhymes.) Here’s where the if-it-weren’t-for-bad-luck-blah-blah-blah part rears its ugly head, again. The whole fender bender probably lasted all of two microseconds and the surrounding masses didn’t even skip a beat. After replaying the scene in my head 500 times, I thought, “Gee, I was one, the family was a soccer wall of four. Hey, what gives?”
If I was lucky, I wouldn’t have had those darn cat-like reflexes, and I would have fallen down with a ladylike-damsel-call-of-distress cry of “Oohhh” (in reality: splat face down). If that had happened, I betcha Dino and the other three Lovehammers, including Mr. MARTY CASEY (sigh), would have come running from all four corners of the casino shouting “My Dear Lady, are you alright?” Why, because, that’s just the kind of guys they are. Lovehammers, my heroes (sigh). Remember, we’re in Vegas where a girl can dream ya know. Then, I would have been carried to the green bus and I would now have one of those stories like the people who get abducted by aliens and taken for a ride in the mothership, and no one would believe me…
Okay, during the afternoon, I decided to take the advice of Hammerheads worldwide and go look for the green bus. I wandered the Mandalay Bay’s back parking lots; watched some people walk some dogs; dodged some security guys on bikes; and grabbed a couple of quick peeks into the arena’s loading docks. Again, no dice. Interestingly, I did manage to find a green bus. After comparative analysis of decorative motifs, I eventually concluded that it was not the “roit” green bus. Here’s a picture of the green bus I found.
By the way, if I’m mistaken about my green bus not being the “roit” green bus, someone please, please, tell me, so I can hang a framed copy of this picture over my mantle.
During my walk back, I did manage to find the Jagermeister bus associated with the Disturbed concert at Mandalay Bay’s House of Blues on January 27-28. On Sunday, I even ran into some Disturbed band members, but so what? I went to Vegas in search of Lovehammers, not Disturbed guys. I know plenty of disturbed guys at home. No, Mr. Hopeless4MC, I’m not referring to you.
Okay, I’m not going to bore you with details of our pre-show preparations and dinner, so I’m fast forwarding this post to the concert. My husband and I had seats in Section 107, first row. For most people, these seats are good, but I’m short so I still had a little trouble seeing over people’s heads. While waiting for Lovehammers set to begin, we ran into some people we met at one of the blackjack tables the night before. One of them said “Hey, what are the odds of ending up with seats near each other two nights in a row in Vegas?” I’ve taken that as an omen from the gambling gods and am playing all of our seat numbers in this week’s lottery. Wish me luck.
After months and months of staring at my Mandalay Bay tickets stuck to the refrigerator and living vicariously through secondhand information pertaining to live Lovehammers performances, I finally got to see them! Lovehammers in Vegas, baby! My husband and I had a blast during Lovehammers’ set! Everyone, I concur, Marty, Dino, Billy, and Bobby do indeed rock the house!!!
I know, I know, I hear ya as you’re saying, “Duh honey, why wouldn’t they?!?”
My hours and hours of singing along with Lovehammers in the shower and in the car certainly paid off. I sang like the karoake champion at my local roadhouse. They played my favorite song. Please, please don’t ask me which one is my favorite, because 1) it really depends on what time of the day it is, 2) it would be like asking me to chose between a hot fudge sundae with a red plastic spoon and a hot fudge sundae with a blue plastic spoon.
Sadly, I was in the middle of the M&G line when casino security pulled the plug on the M&G. Although it is unfortunate that I didn’t get to meet the guys, I think it’s great that the number of Lovehammers fans continues to increase at an alarming rate! The length of the line was amazing and reminiscent of Disneyworld. Go Lovehammers, go Lovehammers! Woohoo!!! While in line, I did meet some other very nice fans (Hi Angie from LV!). Kudos to all who were waiting in line with me like good citizens.
Also, my husband, who was wearing his Lovehammers concert shirt at the time, told me to send out a big hello to the nice group of women who accosted him when he went to check on the hubub at the front of the line. When I asked him, “Which board were they from?” He replied, “Who cares? I got accosted by a group of women!
Woohoo!”
Gee, thanks Marty. Well, I guess it’s only fair for me to let him enjoy his accosting by female Lovehammers fans. After all, I did get to enjoy Marty’s progressive nekkidness (an extra added bonus) during the course of the Lovehammers’ set.
So now, I am staring at my Philly tickets, which are stuck to the refrigerator. Hopefully, I’ll make it to the front of the M&G line this time around. My husband hopes to get accosted again.
Over and out,
I am, and always will be, Hopeless4MC
P.S. I do hope JD feels better for tonight’s show. He was pretty sick in Vegas. And we all know what it’s like to go to work sick…
Hello,
Although I’m not much of a poster, I have been a faithful lurker since all of the boards have been up. Thanks everyone who has posted for the entertaining reads well into the wee hours of the night. Gee Marty, I think I got way more beauty sleep before RS INXS. I also think I need new glasses.
Anyway, I went to Lovehammers’ concert (with closing act INXS) last Saturday in Vegas. My sincerest apologies for not posting earlier, but it always takes me a few days to recuperate from Vegas. As I’ve told my husband, I have a love/hate relationship with Vegas. Sometimes I dread going to Vegas. Often, I equate sitting at the gaming tables with having another job. No matter how hard I work; the casino never pays me enough.
Which reminds me…before I forget…Hey Lovehammers, if you ever get around to reading this post, my husband and I would like to thank you for saving us A LOT of money. Your set and subsequent M&G were definitely the lengths of several bad shoes and devastating rolls (x 2, for my husband and myself). Anyway, I digress, posts about my blackjack and craps adventures can be found in another board.
As always, my luck in Vegas this past weekend was…how does the country song go…if-it-weren’t-for-back-luck-I’d-have-no-luck-at all? On Saturday morning, I decided to play hooky from the gaming tables. After telling the pit boss that I was taking a sick day, I set out on my all day search for Lovehammers. While I did meet some very interesting people, my Lovehammers hunt wasn’t very bountiful. The closest I came was passing someone who looked an awful lot like Dino Kourelis while I was enroute to the coffee shop. Now, I know everyone is thinking: “Hey what kind of fan is she, if she can’t even recognize Dino? Single-digit poster.”
Personally, I truly believe that the person I passed was indeed Dino. (And if not, well, a girl can dream can’t she? That goes double for a girl in Vegas. How else do you think the Mandalay Bay pays their electric bill?) Well, I have a perfectly good explanation why I can’t prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I saw Dino. I passed the alleged Mr. Kourelis #2 from behind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him, did a double-take, swung around, and then bumped into a family of four loaded up with shopping bags. Incidentally, the family was a young couple with in-laws/parents, which is what my husband and I refer to as Vegas Vacation Combo Platter #3. My husband and I are a Vegas Vacation Combo Platter #1 (i.e. DINK couple who enjoys donating money to casinos so that casinos can pay their electric bill). Hey, it’s a good cause; the desert gets pretty dark at night.
Sorry, I’m digressing again (and now you understand why I don’t post often). Thankfully, during my fender bender, no one was hurt/trampled; hot coffee wasn’t involved; and casino security was not required to disband us. (I’ll get to the casino security later). By the time all five of us wrapped up our apologies, Dino had, of course, vanished into the glittering palace of dreams. (Dino and me-no in the casino. That rhymes.) Here’s where the if-it-weren’t-for-bad-luck-blah-blah-blah part rears its ugly head, again. The whole fender bender probably lasted all of two microseconds and the surrounding masses didn’t even skip a beat. After replaying the scene in my head 500 times, I thought, “Gee, I was one, the family was a soccer wall of four. Hey, what gives?”
If I was lucky, I wouldn’t have had those darn cat-like reflexes, and I would have fallen down with a ladylike-damsel-call-of-distress cry of “Oohhh” (in reality: splat face down). If that had happened, I betcha Dino and the other three Lovehammers, including Mr. MARTY CASEY (sigh), would have come running from all four corners of the casino shouting “My Dear Lady, are you alright?” Why, because, that’s just the kind of guys they are. Lovehammers, my heroes (sigh). Remember, we’re in Vegas where a girl can dream ya know. Then, I would have been carried to the green bus and I would now have one of those stories like the people who get abducted by aliens and taken for a ride in the mothership, and no one would believe me…
Okay, during the afternoon, I decided to take the advice of Hammerheads worldwide and go look for the green bus. I wandered the Mandalay Bay’s back parking lots; watched some people walk some dogs; dodged some security guys on bikes; and grabbed a couple of quick peeks into the arena’s loading docks. Again, no dice. Interestingly, I did manage to find a green bus. After comparative analysis of decorative motifs, I eventually concluded that it was not the “roit” green bus. Here’s a picture of the green bus I found.
By the way, if I’m mistaken about my green bus not being the “roit” green bus, someone please, please, tell me, so I can hang a framed copy of this picture over my mantle.
During my walk back, I did manage to find the Jagermeister bus associated with the Disturbed concert at Mandalay Bay’s House of Blues on January 27-28. On Sunday, I even ran into some Disturbed band members, but so what? I went to Vegas in search of Lovehammers, not Disturbed guys. I know plenty of disturbed guys at home. No, Mr. Hopeless4MC, I’m not referring to you.
Okay, I’m not going to bore you with details of our pre-show preparations and dinner, so I’m fast forwarding this post to the concert. My husband and I had seats in Section 107, first row. For most people, these seats are good, but I’m short so I still had a little trouble seeing over people’s heads. While waiting for Lovehammers set to begin, we ran into some people we met at one of the blackjack tables the night before. One of them said “Hey, what are the odds of ending up with seats near each other two nights in a row in Vegas?” I’ve taken that as an omen from the gambling gods and am playing all of our seat numbers in this week’s lottery. Wish me luck.
After months and months of staring at my Mandalay Bay tickets stuck to the refrigerator and living vicariously through secondhand information pertaining to live Lovehammers performances, I finally got to see them! Lovehammers in Vegas, baby! My husband and I had a blast during Lovehammers’ set! Everyone, I concur, Marty, Dino, Billy, and Bobby do indeed rock the house!!!
I know, I know, I hear ya as you’re saying, “Duh honey, why wouldn’t they?!?” My hours and hours of singing along with Lovehammers in the shower and in the car certainly paid off. I sang like the karoake champion at my local roadhouse. They played my favorite song. Please, please don’t ask me which one is my favorite, because 1) it really depends on what time of the day it is, 2) it would be like asking me to chose between a hot fudge sundae with a red plastic spoon and a hot fudge sundae with a blue plastic spoon.
Sadly, I was in the middle of the M&G line when casino security pulled the plug on the M&G. Although it is unfortunate that I didn’t get to meet the guys, I think it’s great that the number of Lovehammers fans continues to increase at an alarming rate! The length of the line was amazing and reminiscent of Disneyworld. Go Lovehammers, go Lovehammers! Woohoo!!! While in line, I did meet some other very nice fans (Hi Angie from LV!). Kudos to all who were waiting in line with me like good citizens.
Also, my husband, who was wearing his Lovehammers concert shirt at the time, told me to send out a big hello to the nice group of women who accosted him when he went to check on the hubub at the front of the line. When I asked him, “Which board were they from?” He replied, “Who cares? I got accosted by a group of women!
Woohoo!” Gee, thanks Marty. Well, I guess it’s only fair for me to let him enjoy his accosting by female Lovehammers fans. After all, I did get to enjoy Marty’s progressive nekkidness (an extra added bonus) during the course of the Lovehammers’ set.
So now, I am staring at my Philly tickets, which are stuck to the refrigerator. Hopefully, I’ll make it to the front of the M&G line this time around. My husband hopes to get accosted again.
Over and out,
I am, and always will be, Hopeless4MC
P.S. I do hope JD feels better for tonight’s show. He was pretty sick in Vegas. And we all know what it’s like to go to work sick…
yes, exactly, good one
