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Last Of The Great Pretenders Tour, or The Best Week Ever, part 1.

26 Dec
The formatting on this post keeps messing itself up, and won’t allow spaces between paragraphs. I apologize. It bugs me too. Now onto a belated blog. 
Oh man. Where do I even begin? I had a string of Matt Nathanson and Maroon 5 shows falling all within a week period of one another. I dubbed it to become “the best week ever”. It lived up to it’s name.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Show numero uno.

First up on the list was Matt playing at Ace of Spades in Sacramento.

A radio station put together a show benefiting Breast Cancer, and the show was only announced about three weeks before the date. Let’s say I was excited to start the party off sooner, and went ahead and treated myself to a “VIP” ticket. The VIP tickets were sold in limited quantities, and it allowed you to have early entry and get to attend sound check and a m&g before the show. It was only $20 more, but I contemplated it for awhile (awhile, as in, probably 15 minutes) before I said, “Ah, screw it!” and caved.

Early entry is awesome. I got there about 15 minutes or so before they told us to arrive via email. There was a 30 minute delay due to someone getting stuck in traffic *coughNathansoncough* but I won’t name names. 😉
It was hot while waiting. I got sunburned. But eventually we were let in and Matt played 3 songs and it all became worth it, because I realized “This is it. Tour is STARTING!” After the sound check we were all cattle called into a single file line to take pictures with Matt.
Of course, since there were many of us, the conversations were rushed. But since I was the only one who caved to the VIP ticket, I got to talk to Matt solo, while my other friends were still outside in the general admission line. (Or as one of the radio station guys said, “You’re so lucky! You get to take a solo picture! You can wrap your leg around him!” Yeah no, he’d freak if I attempted that…) I’m always greeted with open arms. “Are you ready to see my face A LOT the next few days?” I asked him.
“UM, YEAH. Shit. We’re going to have to change up the set list for you, aren’t we?”
“Ohhh…I want to hear All Been Said Before!”
“Ohhhh! That’s a good one.”
“Do it!”
“Oh, I will. Just tweet me, because I won’t remember.”
Remember this conversation. It has importance over the next week.
After we took photos, we were then made to go back outside to wait in line only to be let back in an less than an hour later. Dumb.20130926_165538
I saved a spot for Tara, so once the GA line was let in, she squeezed in up front with me.20130926_173131
There was no opener, so Matt came right out and got down to the rocking. I loved the shit out of this tour. So good.
After the show Tara and I met up with DawnL and Tracy for a bit to say hi, and then the two of us headed back to Tara’s place a few miles away to crash since the next day we were headed to Reno.
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Tara went to work the next morning for a few hours, and I hung out at her place with her man friend until she was off. We made lunch, then we headed out on our way to Reno.
Every time I go to Reno it’s…interesting. This visit, there was some sort of motorcycle convention or something going on, and there were just people EVERYWHERE.
I had tweeted Matt a long the drive to not forget to play my song, and he replied back with, “Wait, tonight?!” so I don’t think he knew I was coming to Reno. As Tara and I waited in line, Matt and Shiben passed us, and he cutely went, “OH oh, hiiii.” and Shiben waved like an excited kid. I’m pretty sure that made me love them more.
We were let in, and Tara and I immediately got alcohol. I got some rough news while waiting in line, and I definitely needed a little buzz. Except they are HEAVY HANDED in Reno, and I might have been slightly, okay definitely, intoxicated before the show started. Which was awesome, because no offense but, Joshua Radin should not be Matt’s opener. Snooze-a-palooza.
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Matt came out, and it was an even longer and awesome set than the night before. I can’t get enough of that man. So good.
After the show we ran into Shiben and chatted for a bit (“You’ve seen Matt Nathanson 94 times?!”) before heading back on the road to Sacramento to sleep.  I hung out with Tara the next morning for a bit, before driving back home…for only 16 hours. Oh, my life.
The following morning I woke up at 5am to head to the airport to catch a flight to San Diego. Except, that all went down the drain when the plane was SMOKING, and we all had to get off. I got impatient playing the “wait for multiple hours” game. I called my boyfriend who had dropped me off and had my car and the keys, took a taxi his way since he was at work, and picked up my car and drove the 7 hours. The fuck. Hasty decision.
The whole drive I went about 85mph. I think I shaved an hour off of the ETA. I was tired and delirious and had no food or coffee in my system by the time I arrived to San Diego around 5pm.
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I met up with my best friend Nicole at House of Blues and immediately sat down to ate. Note for future reference: don’t eat cheese loaded entrees when you have a completely empty stomach. No bueno.
The waitress was taking FOREVER (and it wasn’t even busy) so I left Nicole inside to pay and I hopped into the forever long line. Matt walked by a few minutes later and said, “Hey! All Been Said Before or something tonight, right?” and I was so delirious that I think I just smiled. Haha. I mean, YES please.
Once let inside we actually weren’t far back. Second row center. But we are old and sat on the floor while we waited for the show to start. Then we suffered through Josh. Nicole actually played a game or two of Candy Crush during his set. Ha.
Before Matt came out, the setlist was taped onstage and All Been Said Before was on the list! And I was totally stoked the entire set leading up to it. And then the jerk skipped right over it. He gave me a “Omg, please don’t kill me I’m so sorry” look, but I’m pretty sure I still gave him the stink eye through the next two songs. Then I got over it. At least he attempted by putting it on the setlist.
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Fabulous show, as always. As soon as it was over we booked it, because Nicole had to work at 6am the next morning and I had to leave at 4:30am. I know, what? Since I drove instead of flew, I had to leave when it was still pitch black out because I was working that evening. Great things about planes, they get you to places quickly. Sob.
So, I drove home, stopped off at my boyfriend’s place since I had an extra hour, zombie’d around while he took me to lunch, and then headed to work for 6 hours. Cry.
The things I do for you Nathanson…to be continued.
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Let’s get odd, and live life at the bottom of the sea.

14 Nov

I’m usually up to date on my Matt Nathanson semi-stalking skills. But somehow, I slipped that he was playing a San Diego show until after the fact that it went on sale and sold out. Um, what?

On my birthday, I was joking around on Twitter if anyone could make the show unsold out so I could go. And who messages me? Matt. “You’re hilarious,” he says, “Just remind the day before the show.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. Thanks, homeboy.

So a month goes by, and show time is coming up soon. I tweet Matt to not forget about me. He messages me asking if he had my last name correct, and if plus 1 was okay. Okay…you know you’ve seen your favorite musician a few too many times when they know you on a first AND last name basis. I should be embarrassed, but I am not.


I invite Lisa as my plus 1, because she’s always been my Matty partner in crime. We get to Birch Aquarium a little early to hang out, and also meet up with my friend Linda who I was staying with that night. Who I apparently didn’t take photos with either of them? But I did run into Astin, a cool gal I met through Matt shows, and we took an adorable picture:


The whole time we had been there, I was not even excited because I just had this pit in my stomach about the guest-list for some reason. So finally the people come out with the list and I tell Lisa I’m scared. I go up and hand them my ID and guess whose not on it? I give Lisa the “I f’n KNEW IT.” look but stay calm. So the guy helping is still looking and this lady bumps in and asks who put me on the list. “Um. Matt. Nathanson.” Then she gets all snooty & and looks at my ID and says “Oh. Well he only left 11 tickets and you are definitely not one of the names. Do you have his cell phone number?” She said the last part like I was lying! Like I’d go to a sold out show and say the artist guest listed me when they didn’t? Bitch, please.

We walked off to the side to figure out what to do and send Matt an SOS message. I hear snooty bitch tell these other 2 ladies they’re not on the list either, and we were in the same boat. I forgot what I said to them, but one of them replied, “Oh, I’m his AUNT.” and she seemed annoyed. Matt was going to be in so much trouble with us. Haha.

At the words, “I’m his aunt” the bitchy lady practically runs backstage. She comes back out with a post it with names on it and tells his aunt and her friend they’re good to go. Then she says, “And what’d you say your name was again?” and when I tell her, she snottily says, “Alright.” HA! I told you! I felt like yelling in her face. I may be young and you didn’t believe me, but my homeboy wouldn’t fail me!

We got to go through the aquarium a bit before being lead outside where the stage was. Built over the TIDE POOLS.

Amazing. To your left was the ocean. Matt played as the sun set and it was gorgeous.

When he first walked out he was scanning the crowd, and when spotted me he gave me one of his typical looks. This one read, “There you are. Why the fuck were you freaking out and sending me messages? You’re in.” I pretty much shook my head & rolled my eyes at him. I’m glad we have this odd relationship.

His voice was spot on. Sometimes I miss him so much and don’t realize it until I see him again. This was one of those times. He kept giving me stupid smiles all night and I wanted to push him into the tide pool for it.

During the show, these obnoxious girls got WASTED and wouldn’t shut up, so Matt literally told them to. Burn.

After the show Lisa had to leave right away, and Linda and I headed off to find food because neither of us had eaten literally all day. We had dinner at Rubio’s, because it was the only thing still open around that hour, and this creepy guy sat next to our table and listen to our conversations. Then he creeped to his car the same time we left. Thank god the hotel we were staying at needed a key to get in anywhere, even the parking lot, because we were only 2 blocks away and we honestly thought he might follow us. Serious creepster. We joked about him later though, and I nick named him Rubio.

While at dinner, I noticed next door was SPRINKLE’S CUPCAKES. Um, if you’ve never had a Sprinkle’s Cupcake you are missing out. I have traveled an hour and a half to eat them on my birthday. So the next morning before I drove home, what do you think I did? I got cupcakes for breakfast. Fat kid always.

I think the sugar kept me alive, because the 7 and a half hour drive home seemed to go quickly. I even went to Zumba an hour after getting home! I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it: I’m crazy.

We put our lives on show and yet we sing to a different song.

11 Nov

One day I’ll get back on track on actually blogging things on time, and not months later…here is another update from this past summer.

It had been four months since the last time I had seen Scars on 45, but after impatiently torturous waiting, it was time for a little road trip to see my favorite Brits.

The first show was in Reno, Nevada. Seeing as it was a 5 hour drive and in the middle of the week, I took a few days off of work. I picked up Tracy 2 hours into my drive, which made the last 3 hour trek go by quickly.

We arrived in Reno a little before the rest of the crew (they still had to work) and it was happy hour, so we took advantage of the cheap vodka and had a drink to pass the time. We chatted up our bartender until Dawn L and Tara arrived, and my other lovely friend Elyse was there with a friend to see the headliner, so we all hung out until doors opened.

There weren’t too many people at the show, but honestly that’s the way I like them. Small and intimate. Xenia from Season 1 of The Voice opened. She is the tiniest thing ever. I was so tired though, I have to admit I couldn’t really get into her music as she played. But, she did have this highly amusing sign onstage, that we quoted for the rest of the night to one another.

When Scars came out to set up before their set, Danny said hi to us and joked around that we were mental for being in Nevada. We may or may not have made a group name to call ourselves based on that comment. (#WCM!!!)

The set was pretty long for an opening slot. We were singing along loudly like always, and at one point, Aimee even encouraged us by putting her hand behind her ear and saying, “Where are my back up singers?” Yeah. I love them.

After their set we headed out to the merch table to say hi while Dia Frampton played. Much love and appreciation was given from the band. Each one kept coming back to finish talking to us between signing stuff for people who would approach and ask. I was telling Danny how it was only my tenth time seeing them, but already in my fifth state. He kept just shaking is head and hugging me. They are all huge on hugs, really. I lost track of how many hugs I received that night. Might I add I don’t know what scent those Brits wear, but they smell amazing, and my sweater still smelled like cologne the following morning, haha!

They asked us when they’d be seeing us next, and the looks of awe on their faces when we said, “Oh in two days. Napa. Then a few days later in San Diego. Then San Francisco.” (Can I just hitch a ride in the tour van, yet?)

After the show I followed Tara home and crashed on her couch. It was a 2.5 hour drive and we caffeinated and talked on the phone the entire way back to keep one another awake.

Poor Tara had to go to work early the next morning. She lives outside Sacramento, and I stopped in the city for a few hours to see my old friend Jonah Matranga play a show in the park in the middle of the afternoon (in 100 degree weather, holy sunburn!) before heading the 3 hours back home.

The next morning I went to work early, only to work a half day, and then head BACK 2 hours north to Dawn L and Tracy’s house. Wait, why even go home, you ask?

Scars had added the Napa show the day before the Reno show, because they had a few days off, and apparently get bored. HA. I would have just stayed up north for the night and asked for a third day off if I had known, trust me. I changed out of my work outfit when I got to their place, and then we drove the 40 minutes to Napa and met up with Tara and Megan at the venue.

The venue was a winery. You know what this means.

We had a few hours to wine and dine before the show portion was starting, so we were up to crazy shenanigans before we knew it.

Stu came over to say hi to us (really I think he came over to ask where I got my beer from. Everyone had wine in hand and I was a classy lady drinking beer from a can) and introduce us to one of the guys who worked for them, who told us, “I’ve heard all about you girls!” (Good things, I hope.) We chatted it up for awhile, and then we got the best news ever. Megan had mentioned how the two of us kept pimping them out and were trying to convince Sixthman to get them on The Rock Boat the next year.

“Sixthman? That cruise in February? Oh yeah. We just accepted. But its not announced officially for awhile so you can’t tell anyone quite yet.”

You don’t even understand how much I wanted to grab anyone in my line of site and hug them. Its been a few months months now and I still grin like a fangirl when I think of how amazing it’s going to be. February come quick, please!

But now let’s talk about how much of an idiot I am, and how I never bought a ticket to San Diego because I didn’t think it’d sell out, and then what happened? It sold out. Idiot. Dawn L and Tracy had been trying to convince me to just ask if they could possibly guest list me. This took me back to the Matt and Kelly show in Indio, and my whole, “I’ll never ask for anything!” rule.

Stu had mentioned something about us going to San Diego in a few days, and Dawn L straight up said, “Well, Joslyn actually can’t make San Diego any longer because she didn’t buy a ticket and now it’s sold out.” I made a sad face and Stu gave me a look.

“Oh, shut up! Joslyn if you want to go still, we’ll guest list you. I bet you were just too afraid to ask, weren’t you?” Pretty sure I sheepishly said, “Yes..” I then got lectured on how I am always welcomed and not allowed to be hesitate asking. Ha. Stu is my homeboy.

Let’s just say that by the time the band hit the stage, we all had knocked back a few drinks. Which means we were louder than normal.

Here’s a not so secret about me. When I find things extremely funny I snort laugh. And of course right after the band took the stage, and before they started playing their first song one of the girls must have said something I found amusing (OK fine, I was real tipsy, everything was amusing) and I snort laughed. Sure, whatever. But it was one of those awkward moments where the room is noisy so you’re talking loud, and then the music suddenly stops abruptly and you say something that everyone hears and it’s a little embarrassing. YEAH…the crowd silenced and the snort almost echoed. Oh. My God.

Aimee busts out laughing onstage. Danny is tuning his guitar and says, “Was that Joslyn?” NO NO NO. I automatically cover my face with both hands and want to die. Everyone is laughing, including me, but I was still so embarrassed!

So after my great start of the set, we are graced with the acoustic side of Scars. None of us had seen them play acoustically before, so I’m glad this show happened.

Afterwards we drink more, get into more shenanigans, tell the band drunk things, scream ROCK BOAT at all of them, and practically get shooed out by the owner because we’re lingering too long and probably beyond super obnoxious. Ooops, sorry. Dawn L drives our drunk asses to Denny’s for a sobering up meal, (thanks for being the DD!) and then we headed back to her place to crash.

The next morning we hung out and fed my caffeine addiction, before I had to head back home.

Five days later, Dawn L and Tracy drove down to my place after I worked and Zumba’d. The following morning we got up early to drive down to San Diego.

The drive to San Diego…let’s not even talk about that. Or actually, lets. Lets talk about how a 7 hour drive got turned in 11 due to traffic. Lets talk about how we were all going crazy. Lets talk about how I stuck my head out the back window at one part and yelled because being in the car for that long was messing with my mind. Lets talk about how I was supposed to meet up with my best friend who lives in San Diego before the show for dinner but had to cancel because we arrived so damn late. Oh em GEEEE. Worst travel day ever?!

When we finally checked into our hotel, we got ready super quick, and then walked straight to House of Blues a few blocks away because doors were already opened and the show was starting in a half hour. Thanks, SoCal traffic.

The first thing we saw while crossing the street to the venue was Stu and Chris. They waved and hugged us hello. “Did you find a ticket?” Stu asked me. “Wait, what?” I said. “I’m just kidding! You’re on the guestlist!” Not. Funny. They asked us how we were, we kinda groaned because we weren’t recovered from the drive from hell, and then we were off to find Will Call t pick up my ticket and head in.

Dawn L and I decided we needed a drink, pronto. Vodka Pineapple to the rescue! It definitely calmed us down and let us enjoy the show more. The show was the same line up as Reno. Xenia, Scars, Dia Frampton.

After Scars set, we headed to the back of the venue for another drink and to chat it up with our Brits again. I wore my awesome “geek glasses” to the show, and lets just say I was given a lot of shit for them. I do wear prescription glasses at work, but these are just plastic lenses and for fun. Nova kept asking why I’d wear “fake” glasses. I know it was all in good humor, but he couldn’t let it go. Ha. Speaking of Nova, he never really left our side for the rest of the night. He talked our ears off for over an hour and a half. We had SO much fun with him! He even fed the fire by buying us a THIRD drink, which hit me really hard and I got, um, really wasted. The snort laughs were out of control. Stu jokingly called me “little miss piggy” (that should sound mean, but its all in love.)

Chris was asking us where we were staying and if we’d be OK getting back there. I told him we were staying at the Holiday Inn down the street so we were fine. Then I sang Pitbull to him. “We at the hotel, motel, Holiday Innnnnn!” Oh my mouth. I need to tape it shut. I’m totally a fun drunk though. At one point Chris was just laughing and told me, “You are my favorite.” Winner…or he was just as drunk as I.

At the end of the night a photo shoot with Nova happened. He wanted the crazy photos, so don’t blame me.

After we said our goodbyes to the band, we headed to Subway since it was the only thing open at that hour, and we missed dinner due to traffic. After, we headed back to the hotel for some much needed sleep. I giggled excessively until I fell asleep and the next morning I remember waking up and saying, “oh my GOD. Did I really say all these things to the band I THINK I said?!” Yes. Yes I did.

We drove back to Monterey (no traffic, hooray.) and Dawn L and Tracy continued their drive back north. I was passed out before 10pm because the next morning I had to wake up at 4:30am.

It’s still dark at 4:30am. I showered and packed a lunch and then headed into San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park for the last Scars show.

They were playing Alice Radio’s annual Summerthing show, alongside Boys Like Girls and Adam Lambert (who I really, really cannot stand.) We actually talked about Adam Lambert with the band in Reno, and they said they had played a show with him a year or so ago and did not respect him because he was a huge diva and took over an hour to soundcheck, leaving all the other bands on the bill to not have time for one. Rude. So when I told them I pretty much was hoping to leave before he even started playing because I cannot stand his voice, they were happy. Ha.

Tara and I got there around 8am. Dawn L and Tracy unfortunately couldn’t make it last minute, which was sad. It was early, but there were already a few dozen Adam fans buzzing around. Chris came over to say hi when Scars arrived, and he told us that we got there before the band was even awake. Haha. We watched soundcheck and then waited for the show to start, which couldn’t come fast enough. Adam Lambert fans are WEIRD.




After Scars’ set, we headed to the back of the crowd to get iced coffees and to say hi at the merch table before we headed home.

“Where are your glasses?” Stu asked right before we took the photo. I had them in my bag so I put them on and everyone cheered and I was called Lois Lane. Haha.

Oh how I have a huge crush on the entire band.

Let’s move out of Los Angeles, and just drive until summer gives…

19 Dec

After the Sacramento show, I stayed at a hotel with Dawn L and Tracy. It made no sense for me to drive 3 hours home, and then wake up and drive 5 and a half hours to LA the next morning, when the drive to LA from Sacramento in itself is only 6.

So, Holiday Inn Express, weekend number 2. Oh how I love you, complimentary breakfast!

The morning of the LA show, I woke up, and yet again used the hotel gym. They had the most bomb ass treadmill, that plugs your ipod right into built in speakers. Oh, hell yeah! After rocking out some sweat and calories, I got on the road. I jammed to Kelly Clarkson’s new album the entire drive. Funny, because once I got to LA I heard a rumor that Matt was opening for her on her upcoming tour. Oh em gee.

I set the rumor to rest about an hour and a half later. My friend Lois had an extra sound check/meet and greet pass, so she asked if I wanted to go as her plus one. There were probably about 12 of us in the entire venue, and everyone pretty much walked up to the front barricade when we were let in. I stood a few feet back, because I just felt silly. Of course, as soon as Matt walks out, he spots me right away. He points at me and laughs.

“I feel ridiculous.” I say to no one, but Matt over hears.
“No, I love it!” he says into the microphone. Girls glare at me. I’m a little embarrassed.

Matt plays a few songs, then takes photos with people. When I walk up, I joke around, “Are you suuuure you’re not sick of me yet?!”
“Be quiet and get over here,” he says arms out stretched for a hug.
We chatted about a few things I can’t remember, and then I ask, “TRUE OR FALSE! Kelly Clarkson tour?”
Matt gives me a sly look. “That rumor might be true. Yeah, it sounds correct. But you know I can’t tell you these things, Joslyn…”
I died a little. OK, maybe a lot. Then I thought of what this means for my bank account and died a little more.

Instead of making the group of us go back outside, we were lead to the VIP lounge to wait in. Oh yes. Living life VIP style! We had our own bathroom and bar. I could have lived in that room. It was fancy. Fun.

We were lead back upstairs before the general line, so we were once again right up front. I won’t lie. I love front row.

My friends Steve and Charity met up with us once inside, and it was a crazy night of laughs. Lance Bass, what?

By this point of time, Scars on 45 could spot me blind folded. Its my always up front/curly hair that gives me away? Aimee said something about how the crowd will love Matt because he’s amazing live, and then she points at me, “He is, right?” Oh no! No more pointing! Hahaha…

Seeing as it was the Saturday before Halloween, the attendance was quite small. Regardless, Matt and band still played like it was a sold out show.

After the set, I pretty much booked it, because I was driving to San Diego to stay at my best friends place. Nicole is awesome and she doesn’t mind me waking her up at 1am when I get to her place.

So, if you’re keeping up, this means I woke up in Sacramento, hung out in LA, and went to sleep in San Diego. That’s a lot of California in one day!

The next morning I attempted to sleep in, and then I hung with the bestest and her cat. We took a walk to find me coffee, Lisa met up with us, and then we got ready and headed downtown to have dinner at House of Blues before the show.

It was happy hour. I may or may not have had 3 $4 martinis at dinner.

We may have saved a spot for our friend Steve and his cousin. Steve may have bought me another drink to “repay” me.

I may have giggled through all of Scars on 45’s set and most of Matt’s.

I may have regretted it later. Or not…even when band members run into you after the show and say, “Oh. Hi. I see you at EVERY SHOW.” Ah, shiz.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation, Part 4.

7 Sep

Like I’ve mentioned before, Matt Nathanson pretty much holds my heart for the title of  “favorite musician ever”. So of course, a weekend chock full of Matt shows makes me happy!

First up on the list was a private radio show in San Diego. Yes, within a two week period I drove to Diego, twice. Might I add its a 7 hour drive? My poor car. She’s a trooper!

Heather, Lisa & I headed downtown. Matt played on the rooftop of the W hotel in the “beach” area. Man made beach? Sun? Free show? I’m down.

After a few songs they gave out a rad prize – a guitar and a private lesson from the man himself…and Heather won. Heather, who has only seen Matt live once. Myself, who has been to over 50 Matt shows & friggin’ has his lyrics tattooed on me jealously really wanted this for myself,  obviously. I’d be lying if I didn’t push Heather playfully and jealously call her a bitch, but I’m glad one of my ladies won at least, because we all got to sit in on it!

We were escorted to “Matt’s room” and we sat and talked for a bit about the upcoming shows we were seeing him open for Maroon 5 & Train in September, and other shenanigans. Then, it was lesson time!

BOMB. Sorry for my extremely lame comments. Someone please learn how to play this and then come and serenade me. I have no talent in the guitar playing business.

Afterwards we kept running into Matt. In the hallway. In the elevator. Outside. “Are you stalking us?” I joked. (Then we talked about real stalkers; someone got his phone number and kept calling him, I had a creepster starer at my library.)

We said our goodbyes, and then we were off to find a taco shop that Lisa and Heather had seen on Man vs Food.

OMG BEST TACOS EVER.

There was also this cilantro sauce that I just wanted to bathe in. Honestly, I could have probably just drank it straight up.

If you ever find yourself in San Diego, you MUST find this place! I dream about going back.

Next on the Matt weekend list was a taping of Jay Leno. Between SD & Leno, there was lots of hang time happen-in’. A trip to the gym, a walk on the beach, this might have happened:

Hells yes, blueberry bread stuffed french toast! And coffee. Lots of coffee…

LENO.

Leno day was SO. LONG. Heather and I woke before the sun did, to hop in line at 6am to get tickets at 8am. It was hot as balls (Heather’s words) and I think I nearly died waiting in line. Once in the studio we froze thanks to the killer AC, but otherwise it was fun! Ryan Reynold (holy hottie!) and Sheryl Crow were the other guests. It was fun seeing Matt play Leno for the first time! Good job, kid. Way to rock it.

The next morning, Matt played a show for myFM 104.3 in Los Angeles. I had gotten sick sometime between waiting in line for Leno and that morning, so I was feeling a little miserable, but once Matt started playing I trooped it out and acted perky (when in reality I wanted to nap in the room they had the show in…the floor was full of pillows and I layed down during half of the show, haha!)

We went to say what up, and have our obligatory photo taken. Honestly, I don’t know why he lets me take photos with him still…I have way too many!

“I’m seeing you later, right?” Yes, sir.

When we were in San Diego, I had asked Matt how long he was playing in LA. He thought I meant a taping of George Lopez they were doing, which I wasn’t even aware of!
“I don’t have tickets to Lopez…”
“Don’t worry about it” Matt says, “you’ll be on the list.”
Thank you, Matty Nay!

So, I ended up going to Lopez alone (what up, repeat of my solo Kimmel trip!) but I still had a ton of fun. Lopez Tonight has an awesome staff. The warm up guy was AMAZING! He juggled, balanced things on his forehead, was comedic, made fun of me, made me sing KISS songs into the microphone for the whole studio…it was the greatest time I’ve ever had at a TV taping. And I’ve been to DOZENS! Sadly, Lopez Tonight got canceled two weeks after I went to my taping, so I won’t be able to go to another. Wah!

I ended up being on the “VIP” list and got seated front row dead center. Ah, my homie George. You are wonderful. Kathy Griffin was also on the show and I love that crazy bitch, so I felt I got my comedic dose for the day.

Afterwards I was crazy once again and drove the 5 hours home. I think I passed out the second my head hit the pillow. I ended up being sick for about 2 weeks after this trip. Too much fun? Never!