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Monday, March 06, 2006

Crush Fest

Saturday night, as you know, was my surprise date from Eric. We had a fantabulous evening!! Dinner at Morton’s where I had a jumbo steak, mashed potatoes, and a few glasses of wine. Then he whisked me off to the 9:30 Club in DC where I began my crush-fest. A Will Hoge concert. My third crush-fest to date. Ever since Eric introduced me to one of Will’s CDs, Bird on a Lonely Wire, I've been hooked. Eric has accepted the fact that I mentally cheat on him during those few hours of concert time and he even supports me – I mean literally -- he presses firmly against my back so I don’t collapse to the floor and get trampled.

I love you Eric.

I forgot my glasses at home that night and so we were forced to get all the way up to the front, near the stage, during the show. I was in heaven. Heaven I tell you. I Gawked. And Blushed. Blushed and Gawked. Like this: blush gawk blush gawk blush gawk blush gawk blush gawk. Will is by far the best performer I’ve ever seen –and hotter then a black leather seat in the dessert sun to boot!

Thank Jesus that Eric is fully aware of the depth in which I love Will.

Jessica’s top five reasons to live:

1. Brodie
2. Will Hoge
3. Eric
4. Johnny Depp
5. Vlasic Zesty Dill Pickles



Saturday night was a particularly good show. I think it was a mix of a few new things that made it so great. One thing in particular stands out but I’ll get to that later. Of course I liked the short distance between myself and Will’s body, the new songs from his latest CD, and the added stage presence (back up singers & horn section). As always, every time Will dropped to his knees mid song – I got the butterflies. Every acapella rendition turned my lips blue from lack of oxygen. The slow songs made me turn fiery hot and blush. The sexy songs made me want to do “it” with Eric right there on the floor of the concert hall. And Will’s stage exit made me want to cry out for help. It was just fucking fabulous. No more can really be said.

Post show I had to pee. Clearly my normal body functions were restoring. My breathing became regular, my lips turned puffy and pink once again, and I had to pee. After I peed I got my coat and met Eric over by the promo table where you can buy t-shirts, CDs, and whatnot. As I approached the now crowded merchandise region – I stop – because there in front of me – perched on the counter top – was he. He. Will hotty Hoge in all his sweaty smiley sexy glory. Oh. My. God.

I was speechless and felt physically retarded but I gathered up the muscular control to point him out to Eric -- who then pushed me -- and tried to force me in to going to say hi to the famous sex pot sitting before me. Thank the almighty Love-God that Will was distracted by the person he was talking to and not noticing the panicked girl being shoved towards him.

Oh no. But thanks anyway. I could not go say hi! Was Eric nuts? Look at me! I am the girl who didn’t bowl until she turned 27 for fear of of of..... well just fear. I’m shy. I don’t walk up to strangers and introduce myself. I REALLY don’t walk up to hot ones. And I REALLY REALLY don’t walk up to HOT FAMOUS ones who make me melt.... like buttah. No. No. NO.

Not unless I’m hiding behind Eric, that is. Eric who has now decided that he MUST ask Mr. Hoge about his guitars, despite my hesitation. 20 minutes in line and finally I was there – and Will was nice –- but I was again retarded.

Eric: “Hey man. Can you do me a favor? Can you please give my girlfriend here a hug and a kiss on the cheek? She’s a really big fan of yours...”

Will: “Sure!”

Me: ......................he’s hugging me he’s hugging me he’s hugging me...he’s done. Let go of The Hoge, Jess, let him go. Down!

Me: “Hi. Hi. Can you.. can you ..sign this for me please?” (I gave him my ticket stub.)

Will: “Sure. Jessica. How do you spell it? Two S’s...a C? “

Me: “I um. You ..... just. Can.. Yea.. um you can -- justmakesomethingup....”

What? Just make it up? The spelling of my name? What is WRONG with me!?
Shit.





Go buy one of his CDs. You’ll never be the same again.

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