Saturday, March 29, 2008

My Birthday Gift – Rick Springfield!




This post will have nothing to do with Monkey Man except for my hopes that Rick Springfield will be my new baby daddy. But I can’t even really wish that because after last night, my husband really proved to be the best one ever.

My husband’s birthday gift to me was the Rick Springfield concert last night. It was my 4th one in the past 10 years (with 3 of them in the last 2 years!). My first concert EVER was Rick Springfield when I was 8 years-old – thanks to mom and dad. So I have some history with this guy. I’ve had a huge crush on him for 26 years. He is 58, hot, and I’d still make out with him.

Last night I went to the concert armed with my Working Class Dog album, the album on which Jessie’s Girl appears. I’ve had this album since I was 7. I dug it out of the attic in anticipation of an autograph. Because I’ve been to a few of Rick’s concerts recently, I knew that he comes out into the audience during Human Touch and basically lets women maul him. At the last concert, I ran over to the other side of the theater because that’s where Rick was headed, jumped on some empty seats, threw out my arms and got a hug from him! But we didn’t have a camera with us or the album to sign. Just the memory in my head. So this time was going to be different!

Camera – check. Album – check. Marker – check. Loyal husband ready to take pictures and watch his wife behave like a giddy 16 year-old girl – check. The concert was awesome – he is a very talented musician and great performer. He’s not just some has-been 80s pop star. He is actually talented. But I’m not a music critic and that’s not the point of this post, so enough of that.

Out came the wireless guitar and headset. You know what that means? He’s coming out into the audience. I jumped up on my seat with my album and marker in hand and sang, danced, and yelled while Rick sang Human Touch. He made his way down the center of the rows – we were about 15 rows back, smack in the middle, so this was a good sign. He veered off a little to the left, my dreams started to crash a bit, then wait! He went back to the middle. I was jumping up and down on the seat waving the album like a fool and then yes, ladies and gentlemen, I held out my marker and album to him and he took the marker, signed my album and my husband pushed me up on top of the back of the seat to stand next to Rick. And get a hug from Rick. And a KISS from Rick. Do you know how good it feels to have Rick Springfield’s sweat on you? I do, and sorry if the next time I see you I stink, because I’m not showering until I come down from this high.

5 comments:

Leighann said...

LOL That's fantastic!

congrats and enjoy your high!

Amy said...

I love the man myself! Congrats.

youarekiddingme said...

It was amazing. smile and sigh....

katy said...

wow you lucky, lucky girl

lynn said...

Congrats! I've been a fan for a long time too and I love stories like this.