Happy Anniversary! (to me)
We're watching the David Bowie: A Reality Tour DVD here on the bus. It's amazing. And it was filmed at The Point theater in Dublin, one of my favorite venues from the European leg. Ahh, nostalgia.
Nope, I know these guys have very little to do with Bowie, but they performed at a venue right across from the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Tampa where we were staying, and several of our crew went to see them on Friday. After the show, Bret Michaels appeared in one of the casino bars, shaking hands and signing autographs, undoubtedly on a variety of surfaces, organic and inorganic. The reception line wrapped all around the casino. In the early afternoon on Saturday, I went down to the gym for a workout and was happy to have the entire thing to myself. That didn't last too long; another guy showed up after 15 minutes, then another, and finally a women who sat down at a bicycle. Our tour manager poked her head in for a minute and knew the second guy to come in, so he and I started chatting. Turns out he works for VH1, knows a few people in our group, and is traveling around with Poison for a bit. Come the end, he then asked me, "Oh, did you get a chance to meet Bret?"
So that's my fun story for the weekend, pumping iron for an hour with the guy who crooned and penned "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" and gave Pamela Anderson a well-documented boffing. And I hadn't a clue.