My weekends are always busy. Usually, I have writing to do and stuff to do around the house. This weekend I was exceptionally busy, but I didn’t get anything written and my kitchen looks like Hiroshima.
On Saturday I ran some errands and then headed out to meet Z.A. Maxfield for lunch. Lunch with ZAM is the most fun thing. There is no one else in the world with whom I can eat with my fingers and talk about characters who are gay. ZAM had ribs and I had chicken tenderloins and we both had barbeque sauced fingers as we discussed character angst and the car she bought Mr. ZAM for Father’s Day. (She says it’s the car that smut bought!) I had sooo much fun.
Sunday was completely different. Rott’s cousin Joe has a habit of buying concert tickets and including one for Rott. So when Rott told me Joe bought tickets for Dokken and Ratt I thought it would be a cool concert for him to go to. I nodded my head and said, “Cool” and never thought another thing about it. I figured Rott would tell me the day of that he was heading out that night to meet up with Joe and go to the concert. That’s always what’s happened in the past so I just went about my day.
It was probably about 1 pm as I was reading a new book that Rott popped his head in and said, “You know we’re going to the concert tonight.”
I said, “Oh, okay” and went back to my book.
Rott frowns a little and says, “It’s Dokken and Ratt. Didn’t I tell you?”
Now, I’m thinking something odd’s going on here. Why’s he talking to me like he never mentioned he was going to the concert with Joe? “Ummm, yeah. I remember you mentioning it. When are you heading out?” I ask.
Rott shakes his head. “I told you. Joe got tickets. FOUR tickets. Unless you don’t wanna go…”
The light bulb came on over my head. Me and Rott. Joe and his girlfriend Chris. Duh.
To give me my due, Joe’s always taken Rott never me in the nearly twelve years Rott and I have been together. And I’ve always been okay with that. It’s his time to hang with his cousin. I don’t want to horn in on that.
At any rate, I prepared to have an evening out. I started by borrowing Motley’s Sketchers which totally and completely made all the walking a million times better than it would have been in my OP slip on sneakers. I checked the maps for parking, etc. Now, I figured Rott would have stuff figured out but I like to know where I’m headed and what’s involved just in case.
When we walked into Pacific Amphitheater, Dokken had just hit the stage (parking sucks ass there cause of the fair.) I’m not dumb. I figured out our seats were dead center in the center section. No way, no how was I gonna try to scootch past all those people already in their seats to get to my seat. No one wants the fat girl’s ass pushing in front of them as she squeezes down the row. So we watched Dokken from the top of our section. I gotta say, Don Dokken’s voice seemed hoarse and he wasn’t able to hit the high notes like he had in the past, but he’s a great entertainer. Very funny banter between songs.
Between sets we found our seats and chatted with Joe and Chris and then Ratt came on. Stephen Pearcy looks pretty worn but holy shit, he sounds the same. Bobby Blotzer, still the same. Warren de Martini, still the same. Dunno who the bass player is. I think Joe said he was from David Lee Roth’s band. The thing that caught me was Carlos Cavazo from Quiet Riot standing where the late Robbin Crosby would have been standing, playing a red and white flying vee guitar like the one Robbin used to play. Damn if that didn’t give me a pang.
Everywhere around me people took out their phones and cameras. That was nothing like concert going in the 80’s. I took my smartphone out but it outsmarted me. I couldn’t remember how to zoom, use the flash, or the video. Oy. I’m the techie one but the phone I’ve had for 2 years stumped me. Sheesh. If Motley had been there she would have known what to do with my phone. Although, had Motley been there we would have used her camera and her newer, fancier phone to send photos to my Flickr account. And I had battery issues too. I gotta get a new phone. *sigh*
Ratt was good. Very good. It was a great concert. At one point, I was horribly embarrassed for the guy in the HB water polo shirt who stood beside me. During Way Cool Jr, he was dancing. Totally like a girl. I really was embarrassed for him.
It was great to get out and do something with Rott and it was great to see Joe again. The dude has not changed in all the time I’ve known him. I didn’t even see a single grey hair and he’s older than me. By the time Ratt did Round and Round I was ready to whoop it up for the last couple of songs and head home though. We picked up a late dinner in Fountain Valley at Alerto’s, shakes at Dairy Queen down the street from our neighborhood, and got home around 11. I didn’t hurt too much and it really was a pretty good night and truly a busy but fun weekend.
It’s that time of the week now where I bring you a Marcus. Clothes half on, intense expression that screams sex. Oh, yeah. Total eye candy and great inspiration for a writer.
Wishing you all wonderful Ratt N Roll Monday!