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That right there folks is David Lee Roth. In the flesh. Dirty old man that he is. The husband wanted me to go so I was a good wife again and made him happy. Don't get me wrong, the show was really good. I like Sammy better is all. I like the David Lee Roth from the 80's. He was crazy back then though to hear him talk now, you wouldn't think there's much difference. He had a potty mouth tonight and even though you kind of expect it, it was at Summerfest on a free stage where kids were in the audience with mom and dad. Reminded me of when we went to see Kenny Chesney/Tim McGraw a couple years ago. An old timer country man was up there singing away about how he pulled his pistol out from under his pillow and shot his wife dead for cheating (I think, though the reason is probably moot at that point). There was a drug buy in that song too. We were in shock given how many kids were in the place. That's country for ya.

Back to Dave though.... He sang a lot of Van Halen songs, commented on Sammy sucking (which he SO does not) plus he sang Just a Gigalo and California Girls. I like those songs. At the end he said one more, sang one more then we started to leave but no, he's a big liarhead. That's right - a big liarhead. As we were walking out, he sang Jump. Kirk was kinda bummed but PJ and I stood there with him til it was over. All in all it was a good night. Ran into some friends we hadn't seen in awhile. Also some people we could have gone another few years without seeing but oh well, such is life.

U2's coming up in September and I'm excited. Keane is opening for them and I like them a lot. That last sentence took me a long time to type with all the typos I had to fix. That's my sign to go to bed. I've got the Liqour dept all along tomorrow and Monday.

I'm finding my Happy Place right now to prepare for the drunks and meanies.

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