We are not worthy!

Last night was great! For in it, I went to the second concert I have gone to, in my life.

The first concert was in 1988, in January, in Alaska. Or, perhaps, it was technically at the end of December of 1987. Whatever the case, it was a miserable experience.

I was pregnant, my evil husband danced attendance and acted just like himself, and a security guard spent most of the time standing right in front of me. Very mean security guard who was obviously looking for a fight. I was pregnant, did I mention? Yes, I thought so! I wasn't interested in a fight.

My water started leaking. People say to me "Oh you went into labor at the concert." I did not. It was more dangerous than that as I just sprang a small leak. I didn't go into labor at all, in fact.

After the concert, I went to the hospital, as I was feeling weird and by the end of it, my water was leaking. They tried to induce labor but it took forever. The theory is that they can induce it to start it and then after that your body will kick in and work for itself, Mine didn't. So I was in induced labor, with minor breaks, from the wee morning hours of the 1st of January (or very end of December) all the way to the morning of the 4th of January. I think it was morning, anyway. You'll forgive me if I couldn't tell for certain. I had been having a rough week!

That was my first concert experience. Oh yes, and I forgot to mention that I was also subjected to 'Faster Pussycat' without so much as an apology before, after, or during.. and then when Alice Cooper came on, he rushed through everything. I think he was on stage for 3-1/2 songs and he sang so fast I thought we had mistakenly bought tickets for Alvin and the Chipmunks. That would have explained a lot about the opening act, which was nowhere near worthy of playing anywhere in the same country Alice Cooper was in, much less on the same stage.

In his defense, I don't know what else was going on that would make him rush through everything, but I can say in all honesty that he probably thought we were going to be a horrible audience vis a vis our reaction to Faster Pussycat, which involved a lot of people leaving the auditorium. Most of whom were saying quietly, so that it's not Alice's fault that he didn't hear it, such things as "Oh, well, I guess I do have time to visit the restroom before Alice comes on."

Last night, he made up for it! Well, we did have to sit through Queensryche, which tells me that the man, Alice, has an intensely cruel sense of humor, but after that: he made up for it. I finally got to really see Alice Cooper live, as I had always been told he was: the Master Showman.

My throat is sore, my knees are knackered, my feet hurt, and my left ear is partially clogged with smoke and having been brutalized by speakers the size of a mothership. I am drained and achy and miserable. It was a wonderful experience!

We ran away before 'Heaven and Hell' could ruin that high for us, did I and my sister. I feel a little guilty though, so I think I should probably say one last thing in parting:

Sorry Dio!

Time To Kill

Call me Deshi .. no, it's not my "real" name but I am considering legally changing to it!

Why?

My " real" name has too many syllables that have been misused in the mouths of ne'er do wells and fiends. It is heavy, oppressive, and gives others the impression that I am an uptight, overly prim, prima donna sort. That is so not me.

Deshi is lighter, breezier, more fun to call out across a public square, and since there are fewer syllables, no matter what your level of rage, you just can't do that much to make it sound insulting. If you try, it will come out sounding like a sneeze of indignation: "Deshi!" you will cry out and the crowd all around will answer "Bless you!"

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