I had such a fabulous time, and it was the best concert yet! This was the 8th time I’ve been lucky enough to see 100 Monkeys play live(I think, I’m starting to lose count). It was a gorgeous day, and I headed up to L.A. early in order to get a good spot in line. I got to the El Rey at about 3:30pm, and there were already 10 people ahead of me. These crazy fans are getting there earlier and earlier, lol…looking over my shoulder both ways, not me! Anyway, the wait in line is always fun because it’s a chance to hang out with my friends or chat with someone new, or even someone who I might have seen at earlier concerts but haven’t officially met. With me for this concert were my friends Sue (TwiloveSue), Sue’s daughter Nicole, Linda (Twifixx/Sidewalk Candy), Linda’s daughter Megan (who joined us after work), and Christina (VampiresWeLove). Ben Johnson even stopped by for a few minutes and talked with some of the people at the very head of line. He’s very nice, and probably the most shy of the band members. Also, we saw Paul McDonald arrive with Nikki Reed at the wheel. They pulled into the valet parking area and ran inside. By the time the doors were to open, the line had grown quite long and I was thankful that I had arrived early. After going through security (this is the first venue I’ve been to where there is a very large metal bucket for you to spit your gum into, ewwww!), we got in and found a spot at the center of the stage, behind a girl in a wheelchair who was right up against the stage. Poor thing, she had some severely injured feet and had to stay there all night. This worked perfectly for me and my group, because we had an unobstructed view perfect for watching and taking pictures. The El Rey is a very nice theatre that has been around for a while, with lots of art deco, beautiful sweeping red drapery, and giant chandeliers. Once everyone was in and had secured their places, I went to the merchandise table to pick up my autographed cd. I was so excited, it was hard not to squeal out loud and skip back to my spot. I was tempted to sleep with it under my pillow that night, but was afraid of what my husband would think. He’s already convinced I have lost my mind.
byBruni
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