Burning Fire

I will be in the presence of ... MICK freaking JAGGER.
AHHH!!!
What do I say? I can say nothing.
No thing.
I am speechless.
I am without speech.
I would say that after I see him maybe I will be able to speak, but I don't think so. Maybe like 5 years after I see him and the shock wears off, I will be able to speak about it.
I love you Mick! I love you Keith, too! And I'm coming to see you in an amazing outfit (that you wore...)

I found an apartment too! Yay!!! Moving in on Monday. Going home tomarrow. Still waiting for jerks to call. The jerk otherwise known as The Babe of Nashville.

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Mick's on tv!!! AND HE LOOKS AMAZING!!! Oh oh oh I can't wait!
"Mick, Mick, bring me Mick!"
I can't believe they bleeped him out ... twice!

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WHAT IS WRONG WITH TEACHERS? DO THEY REALLY THINK I CAN READ 100'S OF PAGES A NIGHT - AND NOT JUST FOR THEIR CLASS BUT FOR THE 4 OTHERS I HAVE TOO??? AHHHHHHH! I HATE THIS! I think I want to drop out of college. Seriously. I just want to have fun. You're only young once - heck, you only live once - why waste is being bored, doing stuff you hate, and being pissed off all the time?

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"Thank you New Brunswick," yelled Mick Jagger, 62, who continues to defy time with his youthful, high-voltage performances.

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Quotes describe it better than I can...
"King Henry's Crunk A$$ Jam"
"Do you guys wanna hang out?" "Umm, we're not turning you down, but we're going home to bed." (Keep in mind it's only 11 o'clock on a Friday night!)
"I'm getting married tomarrow, and this is my bachelor party. I need 15 girls to get on the party bus."
"My name's Constantine Refresco. I'm 39 yrs old, I have a wife and a 1 yr old daughter named Connie."
"I work in the libary.... rearranging the dewey decimal system."
"It smells like the stacks!"
"13 dollars!??!"
"So many guys, so little sleep." (That doesn't mean what you think!)
"He has chrome teeth - he can't get into Decades."
"Can't touch me, b---h!"
"I'm on parole." "Oh, can I ask for what?" "Armed robbery and kidnapping."
"Oh, you just don't like me cuz I'm not a 'babe' or Michael Jackson."
"What made you come and talk to me?" "I liked your hair."
"Where are ya, son? Are you in jail, are you dead, are you with some chicks?"
"Crystal has 4."
"His belt lies."
"These aren't my jams."

Wow. I. Love. College. I. Love. Nashville!!

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"Seeing a girl in a state of collapse near the stage door, I ask that she be allowed in. She caught hold of me, and in a flood of tears cried, 'Mick, Mick, bring me Mick.' I thought to myself, 'Well that's fine, that is. That's just great."
- Bill Wyman

Oooh, how we missed the good old days!! Shows with people passing out, getting bruised and scraped, having first aid stations at the venues... :)

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"62 Looks Good On You!"

Mick looking fab at their Detriot show last night.
(My blog is just turning into a "lead up to" our show...)

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