I wish that I WAS Jessie's girl

Because then Rick Springfield could sing about how much he wanted me.

(Since 2nd grade, it's been the other way around.)


Luckily my friend Jen scored four last-minute tickets to see him in concert . . . Jen, you are my new hero.


Between the first and second acts Angie used her iPhone to figure out who John Waite (the first singer, whom we missed) and Lou Gramm were. Apparently John was the lead singer for Bad English ("When I See You Smile", "Missing You"), and Lou was either the lead singer for Foreigner ("I Want to Know What Love Is", "Urgent", "Cold As Ice") . . . or a British female golfer.


That thought cracked Angie, Jen, and Kristy up.

When the music started I remembered that a concert without earplugs is misery.

I'm serious, it was insanely loud. Check out the guy in the background. It wasn't just me.

It was like an auditory version of this:

But after we closed our ears and could distinguish drum from guitar from singing voice, we realized why the music was so loud.


As Randy from American Idol would say:

"Aw, Dawg, check it. I like your groove man, but that song wasn't doin' it for me tonight. You were pitchy and out of your range. I give you props 'cause you're old school but your singing . . . I gotta say this wasn't your best night."

And as Simon would say:

"You were positively horrible."

That didn't keep us from rocking out. We just rocked with our hands over our ears like a row of emotionally disturbed children.


Disturbed children who wanna know what love is.

Thankfully, someone pointed us to customer service. We picked up free earplugs between sets.

Then came Eddie Money ("Take Me Home Tonight", "Can't Hold Back", "Walk on Water"), who referred to himself in the third person.

My favorite quote:

"I'm feeling good tonight. Woo! I just got my license back. The Money Man's back on the road!"

The sun shone on The Money Man that night.

Angie said, "Wow, you'd think he could've dressed up a little for the show, eh?" After he took off his hoodie she noticed that his black polo looked like it came free from a casino.

My other favorite quotes:

"I love Las Vegas! The Money Man's gonna party all night!"

(Oh Eddie. Why must you sabotage your progress?)

"Remember Sunday Night Live, back when it was good? Gilda Radner, Jim Beluchi, and . . . Eddie Money, 1977."

(Sunday? I think you mean . . . oh, never mind.)

But I have to say, he put on a great show.

Next up was my boyfriend, aka Rick Springfield.

Lookin' good, Rick.

He played to the audience, mingled with the crowd, had people sing with him, etc. All I really wanted to hear was my song . . . I mean, OUR song . . . Jessie's Girl.

We loved it!

And then Rick exploded.

Just kidding.

I love this picture. He had a bouquet of roses that he swung over his head so the petals flew off everywhere. I didn't understand why he did that, but with Rick, I've learned that it's better not to question his genius.

(Rick, did you get my phone number? It was on the paper airplane I threw at you during your guitar solo. Call me!)

Oh man, we had a good time.

The best part was spending time with my beautiful, fun, awesome girly friends.

And I think Rick winked at me.

Thanks for a great night, girls!