I think I forgot to mention - my date last night - to Van Halen was with Mr. Overnight Bag!

He called me Thursday afternoon, asking if I wanted to go, that he had sent me an email earlier in the week with the invite. (Gotta love Hotmail lately!) I knew there wasn't anyone else that he had to go with, so I agreed...

The show time on the ticket for the concert said 7:30. He said he'd pick me up at 5pm so we could have dinner first. (It's a 20 min drive MAX to the venue.) I told him that VH wouldn't go on stage until 8:30 - 9pm. He said, "No, there's no opening band. They go on at 7:30."

(Not that I've been in the music biz at all and seen hundreds of shows, but NO headliner goes on at 7:30. Unless there's a 2nd show) But, he's the one that coughed up $250 for the 2 tix...

He shows up at my house in his new van. It's 4:45. The van isn't new really, it looks okay but it REEKED of mildew.... I don't know how he can stand to ride in it.

So, it's 6:30 and we're done with dinner and were asked to move on b/c there is a lot of folks waiting to be seated. So we walk around for a little bit to be harrassed by ticket scalpers and urban outdoorsmen (who won't accept food but cash only as I witnessed someone handing out sandwiches - but I digress).

At the venue, we go thru a body cavity search (I exaggerate a bit) and start to find out seats. I happened to notice that it said "ENTER PORTAL 7". He points to Portal 9 and says we need to enter here. I commented on the Portal 7. He said he knew what he was doing. Needless to say, after hiking down all the stairs, we were sent back up and told to go to Portal 7. *Did I mention my broken toe is throbbing and numb simultaneously?

Seats are actually good. I've already blogged about the show. There was very little PDA from him - occasionally, he'd put his arm around my shoulder - as it was more of a guiding me around some crowds. Otherwise, not a bit. (Not complaining, mind you)

Then he tried to get home. (Remember, I said we were 20 mins from the venue?) He got lost. And lost in an area where you don't exactly want to get lost in downtown Atlanta. Fortunately, I was on the phone with XAirborneRTO while we were driving around - he would have protected me - he would have yelled at anyone thru my cellphone and scared them away (ha ha) I was just checking in with him to hear how his doctor's appt went.

It took an hour to get home - nothing to do with post-concert traffic. He said he knew where he was going. I was hoping I wasn't ingesting any fatal particles in the Mildew-Mobile...

Then Mr. Overnight Bag wanted the 411 on Airborne. How do you know him? (From diving) Where does he live? (South Carolina) Is he married? (No) Who is he dating? (No one that I'm aware of) What's the deal with you two? (What do you mean?) Well, is there something between you two? (He's in South Carolina, I'm here, he's recuperating from some really bad things and I'm trying to keep his spirits up. Besides, he prefers 6ft tall Blonde Amazons.)

Got to my house. I thanked him for dinner and the show. He offered to help me do stuff around the house if I needed it and he'd give me a call during the week. Barely a brush of a kiss on the cheek and he was gone.

Kind of a change of pace from bringing an overnight bag over - don't ya think? LOL