No Updates from Philly? Don't be silly!

[DirtyMartini]

I think I was bombed for this show... my memories are sketchy.

I don't remember you being bombed. Didn't Pluto steal your beer that night? Or you stole his?

Am I just making shit up now?

[Schmaffy]

[quote="DirtyMartini"][quote="policerule"]
I think I was bombed for this show... my memories are sketchy.
[/quote]

I don't remember you being bombed. Didn't Pluto steal your beer that night? Or you stole his?

Am I just making shit up now?[/quote]

We jointly stole his drink, gave him back the ice, and blamed the whole thing on Meg.

Man, the shit you get away with when you're Flagbearer...

[policerule]

Yep, and I don't think it was vodka either. So, I must have been desperate.

Dan, I'm so sorry for stealing your drink. I owe you $12.00

[empty]

Bets, I bought, bought him another I'm sure, and you've plied me with enough vodka (and tequila). We're square!

Schmaf stealing the drink and running away and Dan's face was worth the dough anyway!

[samburusunset]

Where was all this beverage stealing? Did we not go out together after the show?

[Susan]

Yeah, a bunch of us went out after the show but I don't know how late everyone stayed out. I remember we (Amy, me, Laurie) went back kind of "early" because I had to get up at ridiculous o'clock to get back to NYC for work. And I think you guys planned at least to get home early.

My favorite memory of the pre- and post-show fun was before the show when we were hanging out by the entrance to the arena, and the local radio station was playing Police music until...oops..."Desert Rose." I was standing next to Betsy and I could see the smoke beginning to come out of her ears. I mean, I love me some Sting, but I KNEW this wasn't the time or place. Then Betsy yelled "DON'T PLAY STING!" which was hilarious given it was a Police concert but clearly the DJ didn't get it.

Good times!

[policerule]

Yep. Drunk.

[sockii]

I remember Philly for spending the entire phucking morning trying to find a bakery open early enough to get a box of fresh Philly cannolis for Jeff.

Getting snuck into the soundcheck and then sneaking Conroy in with us.

Emergency podiatry in the tour bus. And cannolis!



Fighting with LuAnn's long-lost sister who kept wanting to bogart our 2nd row seats to flash her tits at Sting.

Late night greasy pizza at Chickie & Pete's and some weird ass dude hitting on GSC most of the time.

Those were the (strange) days...