| My Heart |

So, what's it been? 5 days. I'm slacking.

So, I shall start by telling you all that I am madly in love with another man's wife.

The man? Cameron Crowe.

The wife? Nancy Wilson.

Sorry there, Cam. I don't care if you directed 'Almost Famous' (Which I love, sir.) But I want your wife somethin' fierce. And if the chance arouse, I would not hesitate to do what Rita Wilson did to Tom Cruise in another of your films, Jerry Maguire. I would feel bad about it, I'm sure. And the result would not be favorable for me, this I also I know. But damned if I wouldn't try.

It was Thursday. A beautiful day. Jason 'Dirty' Howarth and I were on our way to Casino Rama. The reason was the soon to be object of my celebrity lust, and the band she plays with, Heart.

I won't go through the entire show, instead, I'll just say that they were AMAZING. They covered Tom Petty (You Wrong Me), and, much to the delight of Dirty and myself, Zeppelin (Going to California, and The Immigrant Song) as well as their own stuff, natch!

Highlight for me? Well, a couple, since you asked.

First, the fact the when the lights went out, the Old Nick crew, Kris, Marty, Me, Dirty and Mo, stormed the stage which landed us all in the very first row. And by first row, I mean leaning against the stage. I was so close to Nancy that I could have slapped her for being such a kick-ass rock-star. Second, their cover of the Who's Love Reign O'er Me.

Hi. They owned that song.

Anne Wilson, also, is a complete rock star. Her stage presents is incredible. And the strut, oh, the strut. The strut was topped only by Nancy's (*swoon*) high kicks and hops.

I will have pics up shortly. Not many from the show, as we were not suppose to take pics where we were standing. But, I snuck a few in there. Had to.

And if anybody asks, don't mix strawberry Gatorade and Vodka together. It seems like a good plan, but when the ratio of Vodka far exceeds the Gatorade, it tastes like rubbing alcohol.

We'll talk soon.

x's and o's.