Book 'em Dan-o!!

My brother is a licensed dog. Not of the canine variety, but the 'bragh kind. You know, the scary dude from Hawaii? Anyway, he asked me to do his laundry yesterday and he accidently left his badge in the pockt of his jacket. I snagged the badge and had a wild idea... I pranced up to my husband...I pulled out the badge and flashed him Then I said rather sternly.. "Mr Almeida.. There is a warrant out for your arrest. I am going to have to take you DOWN TOWN." I coyly looked around and winked at him and said, "now.. we could work somthing out .. You have a fine little ass there that I can make use of.."

He looked at me .. and without skipping a beat said, "no, it's ok.. take me to jail"

HMPH. I am still a hotty! What issamadda with this man?

I need to get MY drink on!

All right.. All right.. Here is a little morsel to hold you over.

This particular vid is one where thankfully the lights are flashing .. ON .. OFF.. ON.. OFF.. So, my "dancing" doesn't seem so wrong. Try and find me!! Kind of like Where is Waldo.. ? Instead this is locate dorkus.. (hint.. when the spotlight goes ON over Nic, Where is dorkus? Where is Dorkus? There she is .. there she is!)
I believe at the 2:45 mark or so, I do this dramatic head gyration.. I think I might have invented a new dance.. "The seizure" .. And at the 2:35 mark, right after Nic makes reference to the girl with the "long brown hair" .. I coyly (stupidly) run my fingers through my rats nest.. UGH!

I watched a few and I am almost positive in one of these vids you can see Michelle trying to molest me... I just don't have the stomach to watch them all.. Although, I must say .... watching the boys singing brings it all back.. (heavy sigh) Especially, when they do ELENORE.. the way they harmoize brings a tear to my eye...
The Australian leg of the tour begins on Friday.. Does anyone have any frequent flyer miles I could borrow?? :)

Sneaking suspicion

You know in An Officer and a Gentleman, when SGT Foley warns the new cadets about the 'Puget Sound Debs'? They are the girls that try and trap the cadets by saying they are on the pill, but then whoopsie..

WELL, I think that Nic Cester's camp might have made me out to be a Puget sound deb or something.. I am getting this weird feeling that I am being avoided ON PURPOSE.

I can see that it might be the fact that I am totally over medicated.. Or that I am not getting enough sleep.. But YOU tell me, here are the facts...

1. Nic's cousin agrees to happily join my cause and try and set up a meet and greet with Nic.. She says she will email Nic and then I never hear from her again..Not even a "how was your trip" .. I thought we were friends.. :(


2. Nic's brother AKA Alex Cester .. ignored my email. Of course I indicated that this would be the worse case scenario, and SURPRISE, I was right.... I am here to live out loud.. but how can I do that when I am ignored? Tell me people.. how can I do this?


3. Stevie H , the red headed guest key board player did not accept my friendship request. He has accepted every other lame ass person, but not me. HMPH.. This is definitely the straw.. This screams, "Attention Jet camp.. stay away from this chick at all costs!!"

I am NOT a scary stalker. I am charming and only MILDLY obsessive..

BUT NOT A STALKER. Hmph. my feelings are hurt now.

PS.. No, I will not be giving the address of the dorkus (me) on You Tube .. You will have to take my word for it.

Honestly...

When I first got back, I was on overload.. My senses were goin crazy.. and I didn't listen to JET hardly at all!!! I think it might have been to remember and retain the whole LIVE experience.. I dunno. I am usually a VERY boring girl. My trip sent everything into hyper drive..

• I started listening again. And it is so strange.. It is like I am rediscovering them.
• The way Chris and Nic harmonize..
• The way they joke on the live songs..

HEAVY SIGH!

Its like we are friends.. (Jeez I have seen them 12 times.. that constitutes friendship, right?) Hmph.. anyway.. speaking of friends.. One of the people that I met on my Jet experience, Christine, sent me some photos of the Spaceland show. A show in October that I didn't go to. Thank God!!!! really!!! The ultra HAG Chris Robinson.. (barf) and Slash were there.. kinda stealing the show... BOO!

Of all the Pics, the one above is my FAV.. He has a crazy eye, just like me.. (how sweet!)

PS Forgot to tell you.. Got the spiderman 3 soundtrack.. Track 12.. Jet.. Falling Star is almost worn out from its continuing loop ..gosh I love the repreat button.. (GO GET IT!)

The finale 04/27

It is hard to believe that my Jet trip was WEEKS ago...

I am sad that it is over..sniff sniff..

My final night. What a sweet night. (sigh)

I was a little aprehensive about the entire scene: Poolside at the Hard Rock. I had heard stories about the babes in bikinis ..and how models are paid to just hang out.... Hmm.. I am super cute, but I was a little intimidated..

I decided what the F.. you only live once, right! (Before I left, I had a wee cocktail to get the party started! and I came to this conclusion after ingesting said beverage!)

I wanted to look super cute, so I took extra time on the face and the hair.. I was sparkley.. and sexy and meow..

My hotel was right across the street fromt he HR, so I braved the cross walk.. (The bell hop laughed at me for wanting to take a cab.. hmph) .. As I was entering the hotel, I noticed a small crowd gathered... Each member of the crowd seemed to have a camera at the ready.. I was SO excited.. I would get a sneak peek at Jet as they entered.. YEAH ME! As I was waiting, I poked the chick next to me and asked when the boys were going to arrive.. she said, Um, Steven Tyler isn't with the band tonight.. Wait, who? The dude that looks like a lady..(How ironic) .. I sulked off.. hmph.. Steven Tyler? PLEASE!
I walked around the casino.. trying to look super cute without giving the vibe I had no clue where I was going.. I finally found the entrance to the pool.. It was a MADHOUSE.. all I remember was skin and skin and more skin. There was a pool.. and cabanas and boys and girls.. and I immediately thought .. this is not the normal Jet crowd.. I continued walking and found the stage tucked away in a corner..I excitedly saw a few "jet" types hanging in front of the stage ... I struck up a conversation with a fab girl who was more my speed.. We chatted the whole evening and I discovered that her mom/hubby/dad were all at the show and I got the feeling they, too, felt weird with the crowd.
The show was incredibly wonderful.. and I, again, was in my spot..Right in front of Nic.. I think he was beginning to this it was the bizarro world.. In one picture, the one above in fact, Nic is looking at me.. and I swear he is going.."are you kidding me? how do we get rid of this chick??" Naw, I KID! he seemed to recognize me and throw me a few glances. I actually taped a few songs and there are definate exchanges..TEE HEE.. (maybe he was thinking about the previous night when we kissed.. and how hot I was..and how he wants me and .. er.. what?)
UGH. The show ends.. the crowd parts.. and I am sad.. (Heavy sigh) It's over.. But then
I remember the last time they were in Vegas they appeared in the casino after the show... I decided to hang around .. and make myself available for the boys.. I stand around...looking cute, and then I panic thinking that the eyes in the sky are watching me.. Watching me looking around all weird like, SO, I decide to play roulette.. For much of the time, I am winning !!!! but I play till I lose everything.. (STOOP) hmph. Just as I feel ready to go, a flurry of security rush into the casino.. YEAH.. here they come!!! I primp and stand all sexy.. and who comes out.. Steven Tyler.. BLECK.. whatever!

So, I went back to my suite.. learned the hard way why putting bubbles in a hot tub is a HUGE mistake.. and went off to sleep.

The next morning, I got up.. and was waiting for my cab.. I saw the Jet tour bus across the street.. (see photo)very sweet really. If I had half a ball, I would of ran across the street and plastered myself on the front windshield.. (you know, like Jim Carrey in the Cable Guy.. When Ben is in prison?? ) There is always next time, right? hmmmmmm.

RIP

Charley Barley

Slight detour...

Alex Cester, Is that you?

Dear reader, you know that I have a My Space page. Yes it is creepy and no I am not 14.. (sorry running joke) The worst part about the whole thing is that I have become obsessed with this hot little fellow .. Here are the reasons why...

• He accepted my "friend" request


• He Lives in Australia


• He is My Space friend's with Nic and his cousin (that didnt come through for me by the way)


• He looks suprisingly like Nic

Could this be one of Nic's brothers? hmmmm.

Here is my dilemma, should I sink back into Meghan-world and release the ever so tight hold t hat Jet has over my every day life? or should I email him and try and strike up a wee friendship.. It would be completely on false pre-tenses, but who cares really. The worse thing that could happen?? He might ignore me.. BOO him. I am way kewl.. In a weird.. medicated type of way.. ;)

Thoughts people!

PS Vegas part 2 soon. Promise.

Tour diaries: 04/27 Part one

I am well aware that what happens in Vegas is suppose to stay there.. But what fun would that be?

The finale' to my tour de Jet was a fabulous show at the Hard Rock Pool. Honestly, I was a bit nervous. I have heard on Howard that 'the pool' is a meat market where barely dressed girls and guys hump each other right out in the open!! I am a shy girl.. not into this scene!!!

I got to Vegas after a MISERABLE flight from LA.. The flight was PACKED and I was sleepy and just not happy.

I got to Vegas wearing my trench and light blue shirt.. MISTAKE. it was seriously as hot as the sun in Vegas.. NO JOKE. I was dying.

My checked luggage was on carousel 23..which was at the opposite end of a hectic airport..

I got my bags.. and got in the taxi line.. ugh.. Being that I have been to Vegas a few times, I know what to expect.. Taxi lines.. ugh.. I hate taking taxi's .. the driver immediately looked me up and down and I could tell he was disappointed. I guess he figured he would get a shit tip.. WHATEVA! He got me to my hotel the most direct way, so I gave him a fiver which completely floored him.. That'll teach him!

I walked into my hotel, The St Tropez (across the street from the BOOKED Hard Rock), and I was BEAT! There was someone in front of me .. SO, I had to pretend to wait patiently.. Then the most horrible thing happened..I overheard the counter boy tell the couple in front of me to come back in an hour.. because there room wasn't read.

What about my room? No way was I going to sit around and wait!!!! I had to ACT! As soon as it was my turn, I said, "Look I am tired.. upgrade me and make my room available.. "

He said, YES MA'AM!
I checked in.. and checked out.. took a well deserved nap.. in my skivvies with the AC pumped up to like 60!!!!

This is how everyone should live!!! my "room" had like 6 rooms.. a hot tub in the bedroom.. 3 TV's a living room.. a dressing room.. This is the life!

Part deux tomorrow! (I will explain the bubbles in the hot tub!!!)

OH NO!

I had planned on sharing the last day of my trip with you.. BUT I am just a bit MORTIFIED right this second... and I cannot think of happy .. joyous times right now.. I stupidly went on to You Tube to see if any of the Jet shows were posted.. sniff sniff.. Not only were they up there, but being that I was front and center, I was predominantly featured!!! And, yes.. I do look like a dork.. MAJOR dorkus.. No wonder Nic was staring at me, he probably was considering calling the ambulance for me..

I have freeze framed one of the "vids" for you.. I am a little embarrassed.. I need to go into hiding.

Tour diaries: 04/26

This particular day turned out to be the best day on my little trip.

I was able to sleep in till noon.. relax.. watch TV.. and take my time getting real purdy .. I was excited about that nights show.. because I had plenty of time to get in line early.. and I knew what to expect.. (tiny venue)
I got to the line at about 6p.. and found only one other person in line.. I recognized her from a Jet show I was at in October.. and we became instant friends. Christine renewed my faith in LA.. The 2 hours waiting in line went by super fast.. (although I was way creeped out when a homeless man.. I think the same man who shit on the street the night before.. got way too close to me and said if I was his woman he would lay on me... WOW thanks! ) Anyways!!!!
Before I knew it we were heading inside. I got "my" spot again.. and decided I would treat myself to a Guiness.. While I was chatting it up with Christine, I felt a poke on my shoulder.. HMPH.. Its Michelle and Alex.. they seem slightly irritated that I ditched them on Monday, but make it clear I can make it up to them later on.. (ew) Whatever.. As I am chatting, Alex gets me a beer.. and another.. and before I know it, the Virgins are on stage.. they rock the house.
During intermission, Michelle tells me that she and Alex are going through a rough spot.. and I should talk her up.. you know, tell her how hot she is.... so Alex will realize it?? WHATEVER.. this is the drama I am trying to avoid.. Chrisitine nudges me and says she thinks they are swingers.. UH ,YEAH!
Jet finally comes on and Nic is way hotter then usual. He jumps on my amp.. and tonight I have a bit more courage.. (liquid courage, baby) and I rub the heck out of his leg. The weird thing about it, he keeps coming back.. At one point he says he is feeling frisky.. Tee Hee. Christine snags a drum stick and promises she will make Chris give me one.. And he does.. After the encore, he walks over to me and hands it to me.. I feel so special.
At the end of this show, Michelle tells me to stick around.. and she will get me in to meet Nic.

so, we wait.. and wait.. During this time, I see the lead singer of Blood Cat Love. They were the band that opened for Jet in October.. He is super nice.. and tells me he is heading back stage. I ask him nicely to send Nic out.. NO LIE, as soon as this dude leaves, Nic appears..

After the first few girls get an autograph.. I step in and chat about random stupid things...

• I introduce myself.. and shake his hand, he says.. :Hi, I am Nic" um, yeah I KNOW


• I tell him how F'ing hot he is..


• I showed him my tattoo.. at which time he rubbed it and asked if it was real.


• I reminded him that he owes me a kiss from San Fran.. He apologizes and offers me his cheek. I balk and say I didn't come all this way for his cheek.. He gives in and gives me LIPS baby.. (sadly, no tongue.. I will get that next time!!!)


• I told him I was flying into Vegas .. and he said he wished he could fly, too.. (I guess they are still traveling ala bus)

As soon as my little exchange was over, I took off.. I was scared that I would me molested by the swingers.. I walked down the street with my drum stick and a WICKED ass smile..

Tour diaries: 04/25

LA sucks. I really hate EVERYTHING about it. The people are not friendly and the traffic is a nightmare.

I got to LA at about noon time and rented a car. I decided that before I went to my hotel, I should drive to the club where Jet was playing to find it and to avoid getting lost later that night.

3 H-O-U-R-S later, I finally got to my hotel. Hotel. HMPH. there aren't many rules about hotels these days. I stupidly picked the cheapest hotel and didn't bother to read any of the reviews. This little GEM got 1/2 a mo fo star. 1/2 a star. I think as long as the doors lock you get 1/2 a star. I believe that MY NAME IS EARL is based on this dive.

After I checked in, I had to haul all my shit up to my room.. (A flight of stairs.. no elevator).. All my shit was not light.. I nearly died. hmph

I started to freak out because I was running super late and I had no time to relax. I jumped in the shower and started to get ready. The AC wasnt working, so I was getting all dewey and I was starting to get sweaty boobs.. HMPH. I wanted to leave at 545, because the ticket said the show was at 8p, and the doors usually open an hour before the show.. There was major traffic and again, LA people suck. I finally made it to the venue.. and parked my car.. I spied the line and jumped in it.. (4 people long) Some of the people I had recognized from shows I had attended in LA .. I tried to be friendly, but the mo fo's were dicks. DICKS..

Picture it, I am sitting ON THE GROUND, all dewey.. in a pissed off mood.. and I suddenly realize that the doors won't open until 8pm. HMPH.. shit. shit. shit. So, I sit and wait.. and wait.. and damn the LA suckey people.

Finally, they let us in to the club.. and angels started singing.. I realized that the club is TINY.. and I snag a spot right in front of the stage.. I would say less then 5 feet from Nic's microphone.. I get all tingley and all the suckey people drift away.

Jet comes out at 10 and I get SO happy. SO SO SO happy. Nic favors the side I am on and stands up on the amp in front of me.. (see photo.. my view) I actually have to move back to make room for him.. He tends to shake his sweaty head during songs.. and I can feel his sweat hit me.. At one point, I touch his kewl suede boots.. I am feeling naughty .. I notice a girl next to me.. a white girl is "dancing" and it looks like she is having a seizure.. I really hope I don't look like this.. Because I am so close, I am super consumed with how I look .. dancing and stuff.. I dont want to look like a dork.. I got no liquor in me.. but I am totally intoxicated by my sweaty Nic. LOVE LOVE LOVE his hot little body.. (His thigh is as big as my arm :( )

I know that at the end of the last song, Nic will inevitably grab for his beer. Knowing this, I watch it.. and just as he grabs for it.. I grab for it too.. he shakes his finger and scolds me.. we have this weird moment.. Personally I think I was a BAD GIRL.. and need a spanking.. This get s me excited because I get to do it all over again at the same club the next day.

On the way out I picked up the Virgins (opening act) CD. I like them. they are funny and quirky..

As I am walking to my car, I see a homeless man laying on the spot that I was once siting.. in the line before the show.. His pants are down to his knees .. and he is shitting. right there on the street. I can't beleive it.. ONLY in LA.