Jessie- you were totally sitting in front of me in the grand tier, probably 5-9 rows in front of me. I knew it had to be you because you were the only girl standing the whole show jamming haha.
Haha. Yup, that was me! I was in the third row of the grand tier, dead center. I felt SOOOO bad for the guy next to me - I accidentally wacked him in the head like 200 times during the show with my totally killer dance moves (hawt). Seriously. But that's what he got for not standing up except during "Sex Type Thing." LAME. I stopped apologizing to him after like, the first three songs. lol.
I'm always super easy to spot at an STP show - I'm the maniac that screams like a loon every time Scott takes off a piece of clothing or does that shimmy-shake that makes me think horribly naughty things.
When my buddies and I were leaving their was this green bug with the ohio license plate reading "STPGURL" in front of us. I had no idea who that could have been haha. I'm glad u got to make it though, Scott would have been dissappointed if you didn't 
You goofball. You saw me standing in front of you at the show, then I was driving home in front of you and you didn't beep? We could have taken picture and made everyone jealous. Next time.
OK. So this is - hands down - the best STP show I've seen on this tour. Personally, I think that our boys Scott just needed a little bit of time to get things grooving right. Rob, Dean, and Eric are always on point, in my opinion. Scott... he waivers. But NOT LAST NIGHT!!
First off, Scott had on a pink Rolling Stones shirt, which I think he used to channel Mick's image through him - because he was "marching" up and down the stage during "BBB," one hand on his hip, a-la-Jagger. Very sweet.
His voice was absolutely amazing. He had a very rough growl at times, screamed like a maniac during STT (I thought I was going to freaking die. If he wants to just stand there and scream into a bullhorn from here out, that's cool with me!), and even sounded very vulnerable and sweet at times, like during "Sour Girl" and "ILS." I LOVED the overly-whiney introduction to BBB - just beautiful.
He addressed the crowd more than I've ever seen him do so before - and I've seen the band a ridiculous amount of times. He was extremely chatty. My favorite part of the show was the introduction of "Trippin" -- "
Some people in life just stand there, frozen in one spot. Not moving. But you gotta strap on a crash helmet and GO! And if you fall down, you just gotta have the courage to pick yourself up and keep going..." Cue "Trippin'". He also introduced "Sour Girl" as "
This next song is a story. It's a story that lasted about 13 years..."Deniece, I was looking for you in the pit (bitch! lol) and think I saw you. Did you have on a black T-shirt? It was kind of hard, since all I could see was the backs of heads. But there were only three girls in that row, so one of them must have been you. And actually, at the beginning of the show when Scottie almost fell (oh, no!) I was thinking
"Well, at lease Deniece is down there somewhere, and she'll catch him." Had he fallen and something had happened to that gorgeous face... OMG. I don't even want to think about it.
Barbie, absolutely endless thanks to you once again for making my Weiland dreams come true. I hope that you were able to hear alright through my cell, though I think you did, because when I looked down the call had ended after over an hour. lol. I tried to take some pics, but none turned out very well at all. A cute lil blondie next to me had her camera and was taking shots the whole time - I suggested she come here and send them to Rik. Hopefully she will, because some of them looked really nice.
And lastly - eew. I got humped at the show and not in a good way. OK - I HATE people that get up 100 times during a show and make you move out of the damn isle or scrunch your feet up or... whatever. I hate them. And this drunk fuck a few seats down was one of those people. On his last trip back, he turned and HUMPED ME. I was busy trying to keep my eyes on W, so I was caught quite off-guard (normally, I'd go right for his groin with my knee). Instead, I hissed "
Eew - you sick-o pervert fuck!" I vote that all venues stop selling booze at shows. On top of the sickening smell, these macho frat-boy fucks just can't handle it.
