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2004-12-24 - 7:16 p.m. Flashback to... A Joyful Noise in Cleveland and Detroit! To me, a Clay concert has become synonymous with a rendezvous with the Broads. Now don't get me wrong, I'd go see Clay alone... if I had to, and I have. But there is NOTHING like experiencing him with other women of like heart and mind... and to be able to decipher a sigh (or an O) as if it were your own. Or to know that when your own words fail you... they are unnecessary anyway. But before I touch briefly upon some of the unique moments these last concerts have provided me I just need to give mention and thanks to some of you, without whom I would have had some very lonely O's. MaryAnn... I tried to count your "OMG's".. but I think I lost track at a hundred. Thank you for loving him so much and for giving me 96 hours of a most wonderful friendship. And thanks for the enabling... because without it we never would have seen the *ss so up close and personal. It was worth every single penny of the $180 forfeited tickets, don't you think? And of course, thank you for your driving expertise that navigated us so fearlessly through the frozen tundra that was the Midwest this week. Cella... I think it's probably been 35 years since I got to lie in bed in the dark talking with my gurrlfriend until 4 am over some hopeless crush. So thanks for being 15 with me again... and thanks for being so good at keeping secrets. Deb...To the hostess with the mostest!... I cannot thank you enough! Thank you for allowing us to invade your home and to thoroughly invade your computer. You are a gem! You are also a prime example of the Broadly Love phenomenon! I hope to someday be able to repay the favor (though I don't think it will be via the autographed copy of LTS that I inadvertently left behind on your guest room night table... lol) OH Cindy... Thank you so much for the aforementioned book... which was just the tip of the.. whatnot. OH, and I love you. Pats... Well, you already know what I'm going to say, don't ya hon? Because I feel that we are soul mates in a very real way. Kelly and Leah... You have whet my appetite. That is all. It was a pleasure! And thank you to Pat in Indy, Cynda, Chris, Cheyenne, Cindy PA, Erin, EK Cindy, Linda, Joy and Steph and all the other wonderful "Broads to Be" who shared in this incredible experience. And now on to... The Incredible Experience! I have now seen him in concert 16 times. He always exhibits the extreme dichotomy of utter sensuousness and otherworldliness (with a good measure of "cute" throw in). I sometimes scream without even hearing myself... sometimes cry uncontrollably... sometimes give in to feelings very unexpected. But the common denominator seems to be that I always feel the need to do some laundry afterwards and these concerts were no exception. But you've all been there. Every single one of your washing machines can hear you coming... So why am I even writing this? Two reasons... The Cleveland Book Signing... I know that he said the same "Hi how are ya?... what's your name?... and Merry Christmas!" 500 times that afternoon, but one of those repetitions belongs to me.. FOREVER. I took a visual photograph of his face at that moment, and i still have it, surprisingly. Wish I could share! :( That sparkle in his eyes that is unlike anything I have ever seen before in my lifetime. Where does it come from? I just don't get it. But luckily I was at least given the opportunity for contemplation. The handshake was warm and sincere and very strong. I could still feel it an hour later. I wondered later if he realized how many places that hand had been. The Detroit Ass Sighting... MaryAnn and I pondered over which pairs of the seats we had bought we should actually use. Both were good in their own way. But somehow heaven smiled down on us and assisted us with our ultimate decision. And it was the right one. The first clue to that fact was when Nick slunk down and squatted at the end of our aisle just as Clay had begun to sing WAYDNYE. Fate was encompassed in stone.. it was now just a matter of waiting. So of course it was no surprise when he sauntered over to stage right and stood there for what seemed like weeks (tm Carol in FL) at the top of the stairs leading down to the audience. MaryAnn was on the aisle seat... so I knew if it would be either of us it would be her... but it didn't really matter... all I knew was that he was coming.
I can't express the feeling I had as he walked down that aisle... getting closer and closer. And then all of a sudden Jerome was there too... as if he knew that he'd better get there quick or all h*ll might break loose. And then he stopped just before he got to our row... and looked seductively down at... Ethel. And to be honest I was never so thankful just to be a fly on the wall... a mere 5 feet away... from that lusciously lighted profile... the heavenly eyelashes... the whisker follicles... the tiny piece of lint on his lapel. Ethel you are one lucky Broad! And if you can't find
Until...
And then, the song was over and Jerome was dragging him up the aisle by the hand. He looked like a little boy.
A little boy in a very sexy, black and white striped, touchable, feel-able sweater. Not sure if he still had the wedgy.
And that's my BEVER... basically. ...except for the fact that my heart will never be the same after experiencing the second act twice in the same week.. or hearing him say the words "pimp" and "crap"... Gawd how I love him! Happy Holidays to all of you!
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