a tale of two ricks that were almost rolled

Jul10

You know how you buy concert tickets and you actually expect to get to go to the concert?

Apparently that’s almost too much to ask on the great Island of Long.

Wednesday I left work at 4:15pm because I wanted to be rested, dressed, fed, and ready for the night’s concert. Had a miserable train ride home that funked out my brain, was hungry and exhausted when I came home, and when I was just about to call Dawg to let him know I was home he called me to say he was still at work. Thankfully I did not actually care about seeing Poison or Cheap Trick.

I had taken a quick sweat-washing-off shower when I got home. Those are good for not stinking, and also good for putting me to sleep. When Dawg finally did get to come home I was Fed!, but as for dressed and ready — I was napping and woke up a little cranky. We finally got dressed and on our way to Jones Beach and then hit moderate traffic on the belt. Finally through the traffic, we arrive to the Nikon Jones Beach Theater at 8:00pm to park! Except this gigantic lot is already filled with cars… So we circle the lot, and circle the lot, and circle the lot, and circle the lot, and watch lots of cars illegally parked get ticketed by the Jones Beach Police Force. And then we finally ask them, “do you have overflow parking?” to which they respond “field 4, there’s a footpath!” so we leave the lot and try to find field 4.

…oh, for fuck’s sake, I don’t feel like complaining about this experience. Sure, things weren’t perfect, but the concert itself was AMAZING! I LOVED seeing my favorite drummer (Rick Allen) and favorite guitarist (Rick Savage). It meant so much to be a part of that experience. So, I’m walking away from this post. *STORMING OFF IN AN ADOLESCENT HUFF*

Dawg’s interpretation of my concert experience: So even though the overflow parking signage was huge suckage, the Park Police were bumbling buffoons, they decided to suddenly disallow cameras after we trekked over bridges to get to the front gate, and I was a virtual Thanksgiving Dinner with all the trimmings to millions of West Nile and Malaria carrying mosquitos… I HAD A GREAT FUCKING TIME!!!

(Exactly. :)

YAH! ROCKSTAR!
(That’s the $40 t-shirt Dawg bought me at the concert.)



The photos we COULD take are here. Jones Beach is a gorgeous area.

34 thoughts on “a tale of two ricks that were almost rolled”

  3. So glad you got to go, even if the trip there sucked! (And that same concert is here the 15th and I am thinking of going…)

  6. Two guys named Rick and a guy named Joe, with these two guys named Vivian and Phil Collen who tagged along like little brothers with buff tummies.

  10. And apparently you don’t read my blog at all. At all. Or look at my photos. Or see my tweets, Facebook status, or hover/click on images with album covers to understand them.

  11. I don’t login to FB at all unless I get a message through it. I don’t see your tweets unless they happen while I’m on Twitter and see them at that second.

    I see now that the concert was Def Leppard, but since you were talking about several bands, I didn’t know if it was a group of them or something.

  17. I read the last week and saw no mention of Def Leppard so I shall assume that there’s nothing mentioned of it anywhere in the past at all.

    I am sure I listened to it as a kid, but not since.

  21. It should be.

    Oh, I found the mention, in the quick little lazy tongue photo post. I must have read that but not understood it was a concert.

  22. Fans of Def Leppard see other references. Sometimes you see things on my blog that other people don’t understand. You’re just in the opposite boat on this topic. Tomorrow’s post will be more obvious. I just really enjoy be abstruse once in a while.

  30. He was the road rager, he just didn’t see a turn coming up. Not good, not good. But he’s still an amazing drummer! Speaking of road rage, WHERE IS MY CAMERA BATTERY CHARGER?

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