my sunday with the girls began with my voicemail notifying me of a message...or shall i say messages. matt and i had just left Kirkwood (see previous post) and we were heading back to town to drop off the rented skis and then start our journey to reno. "you have six new messages" says the recording. geez, i've never been so popular. the msgs are as follows, "megan, it's us. we're here. where are you?" this msg was repeated four more times in a variety of ways but all with the same cheery excited tone. the sixth msg was a little more curt, "we're in the room, two beds, you're on the floor. ha!" uh, was i supposed to be there already?? of course i call them right away and explain that i had spent the morning skiing and wasn't prepared to be at the hotel until check in time (usually 3pm). well, they apparently didn't know i was skiing and thought i was ditching them. not the case. unfortunately matt and i got stuck behind some slow drivers and did not arrive at the hotel until 4pm. matt was supposed to catch a flight back to AZ but because of the driving delay he ended up missing the flight. atleast that solved my problem of sleeping on the floor. we checked into a different room and i got ready for the concert in record time and was ready to party by 4:45.
much to our delight one of the girls had won the chance to meet the band. she figured that she would be able to sneak us in with her, but when we got to the ticket window we were informed that it was one person per win. however, that didn't stop us. since i hadn't arrived at the hotel until 4ish, the girls had made best friends with the concierge. talk about a girl with not only lots of information but connections to boot. she hooked us up with the woman in charge of promotions and we were able to score two more tickets to the "meet and greet". we were going to meet the goo goo dolls!! words could not express my excitement. i mean, hey, the last famous people i met were munchkins!! when they ushered us back there were about 30 other people. the security guy in charge separated us into groups and then lined us up. we were not allowed autographs nor our own photographs. all we were allowed to do was shake the band members hands and smile for a picture taken by one of their helpers. i have to say that it didn't turn out too shabby. as soon as the shutter clicked we were immediately ushered out and back to the theater area. although it was short, it was sweet and definitely more than i had expected out of the evening.
the theater was set up like a dinner theater: booths, tables and a small pit area. we had the luxury of a table and were able to enjoy the concert sitting down. the band was awesome and they had great stage performance. they sang a lot of stuff from their older albums, which i was grateful for since i really haven't heard many of their new songs. our helpful concierge got off of work and joined us for the concert and then had us pampered at a posh bar afterwards. she introduced us to several different general managers of this and vice presidents of that. i really don't remember, i was just indulging on the freebie drinks. on our walk over to the elevators we ran into one of the side band members, you know the ones that play the guitar/piano/sax but you never get their name? well, the girls remained downstairs schmoozing with him and the drummer Mike (that's the guy i'm standing next to in the picture), but never did get to see john or robby again.
the next morning i got up bright and early with matt so that we could make the only non-stop morning flight back to phoenix. in the airport who do you think is walking in my direction?? john rzeznik. i stood there like a shy school girl, waving frantically and saying "hi johnny". it was so lame, especially since i'm decked out in my ugly uniform and big ole ski coat. ah well, it was still cool.
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That is cool Megs! Almost as cool as Lauren and I hanging out with Tonic... Just kidding. You are one lucky chica - it always pays to know the "right people".
Defn.: "right people" - the ones who know the right people ha ha ha ha
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