- I have embarked on a new career.
Monday I started my new job. So far so good. I'm catching on quickly and the boss said I did an excellent job my first day and it proved he made a good decision when he hired me. (Yes, I "squee'd" inside when he told me that.) You all know I had been incredibly frustrated with my career as a photographer and needed a change, and it's finally beginning. (See Perseverance Pays Off - 2/19/13.) - I went skiing for the first time in almost 15 years.
Philip and his friends took me to the Poconos on February 24th and it was the perfect way to pay tribute to my father. He and my mother taught my brother and I to ski when we were little and it was a passion we shared as a family. - Two years have gone by since my father passed away.
I can't believe it's been this long. Like my mother said, time does not heal, it just forces us to adapt, and we are still adapting to life without Pop around. - We had the 2nd annual Mid Winter Classic in Ocean City, NJ.
Last year my brother and sister in law started a new tradition, weekend-ing in Ocean City during the month of February because, well, there's not much to do between Christmas and Memorial Day. It started out as a sort of reunion for the bridal party from their wedding and has evolved (or de-volved,) to include other friends and family members. We average about 14 people crammed into my sister in law's parents' beach house - Friday night staying in drinking and playing games; Saturday night we venture into Atlantic City for a night of dancing and/or gambling. Philip came with me this year and let's just say a great time was had by all. - I had the opportunity to be a part of the 311 Caribbean Cruise 2013.
I barely have the words to describe the sheer awesome-ness of this experience still, and I've been back from Miami since last week. I will detail this adventure in a post all its own. - My relationship with Philip has been tested and I'm pretty sure we passed with flying colors.
We are still moving along, doing our thing with no real definition. I was planning on laying it on the line for him when I got back from the cruise, but a big part of me is hesitant to mess with a good thing. Not being too concerned about it is a big thing for me, it is what it is and I can say with confidence that we both know where it's headed, and I'm content.
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It's March Already?
We are about 3 and a half months into 2013 and what a year it's been already. I'm feeling the need to do a quick recap so let's run down the list.
Decisions, Decisions
311 just added a show to their spring tour in Las Vegas. On February 19th, of course. Because that's the same day as Buckcherry in Philadelphia. And the same weekend my brother and sister in law decided to have the Mid-Winter Classic down at her parents' beach house.
It's not like I can afford to fly out to Vegas right now anyway. (When I say I don't regret anything I've done, like blowing my money on various trips and concerts around the country too much, too fast, it becomes a little more of lie every day.)
But going to see Buckcherry would be a lot less expensive than a night in Atlantic City. And flying to Vegas.
Good things come to those who wait though, right? To those with patience, and those who make a valiant effort to get their shit together, even though it's going to take a long time?
Hopefully.
It's not like I can afford to fly out to Vegas right now anyway. (When I say I don't regret anything I've done, like blowing my money on various trips and concerts around the country too much, too fast, it becomes a little more of lie every day.)
But going to see Buckcherry would be a lot less expensive than a night in Atlantic City. And flying to Vegas.
Good things come to those who wait though, right? To those with patience, and those who make a valiant effort to get their shit together, even though it's going to take a long time?
Hopefully.
Buckcherry
I first discovered Buckcherry about ten years ago in the now-extinct Rainbow Records. I was browsing for CDs, not looking for anything in particular when I noticed the album art on their first self-titled disc.
I thought it was so cool that I picked the CD up, read the song list on the back and bought it, having never heard of these guys before. As soon as I put it on at home I was hooked. No-frills cock rock. LOVED IT. And that was the beginning of my obsession with this particular band. Especially Joshua Todd. Yeah, yeah, it's all the about the music. And believe me, it is. But I'm a horny groupie too so I can't help it! Josh Todd is MY King DirtyBoy Rockstar. I don't care what anyone says. It's in his look, his stage presence, that distintive voice of his. And two words: "The Cut."
Through the years Buckcherry has remained one of my Top Five favorite bands. I had thought they fell off the grid for a while after Time Bomb was released, but then my brother, of all people, played Crazy Bitch for me before it hit the radio stations. I of course ran out to pick up the new album, 15, as soon as I could.
As well as a tank top with "Crazy Bitch" scrawled across the chest. I got my aunt one for her birthday too, because that's how we roll. That summer we wore those tops everywhere in Dewey Beach; she became known as "CB-1" and I was "CB-2."
It wasn't until the WMMR-B-Q in May 2007 that I finally got the chance to see them live. The 'R-B-Q is an all day musicfest put on by the local rock station I listen to. I was sitting at the kitchen table having my coffee when I heard that Buckcherry was on the bill, as well as Evanesence, Chevelle, and Velvet Revolver, so I quickly rounded up the troops for a day of tailgating and Rock & Roll. That day will have to be another post in itself. It was a fucking BLAST.
Three years later I finally got the chance to see Buckcherry headlining a tour at the House of Blues, and to meet the band. TO MEET THE FUCKING BAND. I went broke scoring VIP tickets and booking a room at the Showboat in Atlantic City for myself and two of my best girls and it was worth it. All I could think of was how bad I wanted to tell these guys the impact they had on my love for rock, that began over ten years ago. And make Josh Todd aware of the fact that I've been fantasizing about him since I was fifteen years old.
Being the diva that I am, I made sure I was going be responsible for a few jaws hitting the floor when I walked into the room where the band was. Actually the entire casino for that matter. A red satin corset trimmed in black lace, a black pleated skirt and knock-em-out-drag-em-down stilettos. Trust me, in the right outfit, you can do anything.
So we wandered around the casino until it was time for the Meet & Greet and I did my best to ignore the stares from creepy old guys. We were stoked up enough for the show that it didn't really matter. I was in groupie-mode and thank God I had my girls to keep me cool. I really didn't want to act a fool when it came time for me to be face to face with five guys that have rocked my world for so long. Especially Mr. Joshua Todd who has unknowingly participated in some of the filthiest scenarios my Dirty Mind (that's a song reference too!) has come up with. 
The PR guy handed out a 10x10 promo shot for the Black Butterfly album to all of us, and I had brought along a photo I've had of Josh Todd for years, when the only tattoo visible was CHAOS across his abs. This was back when Calvin Klein was running his "Dirty Jeans" ads. It hangs on my wall directly across from my bed to this day, but now it's adorned with his autograph.
Once we took our place in line, the next half hour or so was a blur. As soon as we we entered the same room where Stevie, Jimmy, Keith, Josh, and Xavier were sitting, I went weak in the knees. "Don't act a fool Don't act a fool" I kept saying over and over in my head. Then before I knew it I was standing face to face with the band I've been obsessed with for years. And I told them that. I handed the Calvin Klein ad to Josh for him to sign, and asked if he remembered it. Then I lifted up my skirt to give them an eyeful of the tattoo on my right thigh. I of course had to ask the guys to sign my tits as well, what groupie would forget to do that? They were happy to do so of course, and Josh even reached in to cop a feel of my right one, making that face that guys do so well that says, "Damn baby!" I think I even flashed one of the roadies because Keith told me the guy hadn't seen a nice pair of tits in years. We all then got our pictures taken with the guys, and I had my pose all planned out.
According to my girls, as I was walking away from the group after having my picture taken, Mr. Todd eyed me up and down like he wanted to devour. I didn't believe them. We ran up to our hotel room to drop off our stuff before the show started, and I collasped on the bed in a giddy heap, on Cloud 9. "He seriously looked at me like that?!" "Yes! I swear!" I was in heaven, and we haven't even seen them perform yet.
We made our way back down to the House of Blues for the show. And it was fan-fucking-tastic. It was a relatively intimate show, being that venue is not that big. I switched into "concert mode" almost immediately, and it was kind of hard for my girls to communicate with me because I was so into the show, sucking every ounce in possible and taking photos as well.
That was one of the best nights of my life. The concert was amazing. So hard to put into words. I also went to see Buckcherry open for KISS in October. I'm not a big fan of KISS, but I wasn't going to pass up a chance to see Buckcherry again. It was another amazing show as well; I managed to catch a guitar pick thrown off the stage by Keith, and my girl Kathy tossed a bra up on stage, which was fucking hilarious. I can't deny I was a little disappointed that their set was so short, but I guess when you open for a huge band like KISS, you take what you get and are happy to even just be there.
I look forward to continuing my love affair with Buckcherry's music for as long as they keep cranking out albums. If I wasn't a Rock and Roll Princess before I discovered them, I sure as hell am now.
I thought it was so cool that I picked the CD up, read the song list on the back and bought it, having never heard of these guys before. As soon as I put it on at home I was hooked. No-frills cock rock. LOVED IT. And that was the beginning of my obsession with this particular band. Especially Joshua Todd. Yeah, yeah, it's all the about the music. And believe me, it is. But I'm a horny groupie too so I can't help it! Josh Todd is MY King DirtyBoy Rockstar. I don't care what anyone says. It's in his look, his stage presence, that distintive voice of his. And two words: "The Cut."
Through the years Buckcherry has remained one of my Top Five favorite bands. I had thought they fell off the grid for a while after Time Bomb was released, but then my brother, of all people, played Crazy Bitch for me before it hit the radio stations. I of course ran out to pick up the new album, 15, as soon as I could.
As well as a tank top with "Crazy Bitch" scrawled across the chest. I got my aunt one for her birthday too, because that's how we roll. That summer we wore those tops everywhere in Dewey Beach; she became known as "CB-1" and I was "CB-2."It wasn't until the WMMR-B-Q in May 2007 that I finally got the chance to see them live. The 'R-B-Q is an all day musicfest put on by the local rock station I listen to. I was sitting at the kitchen table having my coffee when I heard that Buckcherry was on the bill, as well as Evanesence, Chevelle, and Velvet Revolver, so I quickly rounded up the troops for a day of tailgating and Rock & Roll. That day will have to be another post in itself. It was a fucking BLAST.
Three years later I finally got the chance to see Buckcherry headlining a tour at the House of Blues, and to meet the band. TO MEET THE FUCKING BAND. I went broke scoring VIP tickets and booking a room at the Showboat in Atlantic City for myself and two of my best girls and it was worth it. All I could think of was how bad I wanted to tell these guys the impact they had on my love for rock, that began over ten years ago. And make Josh Todd aware of the fact that I've been fantasizing about him since I was fifteen years old.
Being the diva that I am, I made sure I was going be responsible for a few jaws hitting the floor when I walked into the room where the band was. Actually the entire casino for that matter. A red satin corset trimmed in black lace, a black pleated skirt and knock-em-out-drag-em-down stilettos. Trust me, in the right outfit, you can do anything.
So we wandered around the casino until it was time for the Meet & Greet and I did my best to ignore the stares from creepy old guys. We were stoked up enough for the show that it didn't really matter. I was in groupie-mode and thank God I had my girls to keep me cool. I really didn't want to act a fool when it came time for me to be face to face with five guys that have rocked my world for so long. Especially Mr. Joshua Todd who has unknowingly participated in some of the filthiest scenarios my Dirty Mind (that's a song reference too!) has come up with. 
The PR guy handed out a 10x10 promo shot for the Black Butterfly album to all of us, and I had brought along a photo I've had of Josh Todd for years, when the only tattoo visible was CHAOS across his abs. This was back when Calvin Klein was running his "Dirty Jeans" ads. It hangs on my wall directly across from my bed to this day, but now it's adorned with his autograph.
Once we took our place in line, the next half hour or so was a blur. As soon as we we entered the same room where Stevie, Jimmy, Keith, Josh, and Xavier were sitting, I went weak in the knees. "Don't act a fool Don't act a fool" I kept saying over and over in my head. Then before I knew it I was standing face to face with the band I've been obsessed with for years. And I told them that. I handed the Calvin Klein ad to Josh for him to sign, and asked if he remembered it. Then I lifted up my skirt to give them an eyeful of the tattoo on my right thigh. I of course had to ask the guys to sign my tits as well, what groupie would forget to do that? They were happy to do so of course, and Josh even reached in to cop a feel of my right one, making that face that guys do so well that says, "Damn baby!" I think I even flashed one of the roadies because Keith told me the guy hadn't seen a nice pair of tits in years. We all then got our pictures taken with the guys, and I had my pose all planned out.
According to my girls, as I was walking away from the group after having my picture taken, Mr. Todd eyed me up and down like he wanted to devour. I didn't believe them. We ran up to our hotel room to drop off our stuff before the show started, and I collasped on the bed in a giddy heap, on Cloud 9. "He seriously looked at me like that?!" "Yes! I swear!" I was in heaven, and we haven't even seen them perform yet.
We made our way back down to the House of Blues for the show. And it was fan-fucking-tastic. It was a relatively intimate show, being that venue is not that big. I switched into "concert mode" almost immediately, and it was kind of hard for my girls to communicate with me because I was so into the show, sucking every ounce in possible and taking photos as well.
That was one of the best nights of my life. The concert was amazing. So hard to put into words. I also went to see Buckcherry open for KISS in October. I'm not a big fan of KISS, but I wasn't going to pass up a chance to see Buckcherry again. It was another amazing show as well; I managed to catch a guitar pick thrown off the stage by Keith, and my girl Kathy tossed a bra up on stage, which was fucking hilarious. I can't deny I was a little disappointed that their set was so short, but I guess when you open for a huge band like KISS, you take what you get and are happy to even just be there.
I look forward to continuing my love affair with Buckcherry's music for as long as they keep cranking out albums. If I wasn't a Rock and Roll Princess before I discovered them, I sure as hell am now.
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