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Ive always been a dreamer
07-31-2007, 12:30 AM
The Joe Walsh Fan Club site announced that Joe will be doing a Meet & Greet in Atlantic City before his show this Saturday, August 4. I am going to the show, but I'm waiting on ironing out some details before I find out if I'll be able to go to the Meet & Greet. I hope everything works out so that I can go. I'm sure I'll have some really good details about the show to post when I get back home. I can't wait because I was so bombed that I was unable to get to any of the James Gang shows last year.

07-31-2007, 12:39 AM
Oh man, I'm SOO jealous!!!

07-31-2007, 02:46 AM
Dreamer, I didn't know you are going to see Joe. :shock: :D Cool, first Joe and then Glenn... you're so lucky!

07-31-2007, 06:11 AM
I'm absolutely green with envy! I shall look forward to your review. You mustn't miss the chance to meet Joe.

07-31-2007, 10:06 AM
Ooooh, very cool dreamer! Hope it all works out for you! :D

tbs fanatic
08-02-2007, 10:23 AM
That sounds great. I hope you make it to the Meet and Greet. Looking forward to your review. :D

08-02-2007, 05:12 PM
Go for it, Dreamer! I had to hang around outside at Wembley last year, when some people had the pleasure of meeting Joe and receiving this treatment:


Witchy Mummy, I'm still jealous!

Ive always been a dreamer
08-10-2007, 08:51 PM
What can I say????? My friends and I had already planned to go to the show in Atlantic City, but it wasn't until a week before the show that the M&G was announced. But after a week of 'replanning' our Saturday, it was all set for me to meet up with other members of the JWFC to meet Joe. On Saturday, everything was going smoothly - just as planned. I had allowed myself plenty of time to get back to the hotel and dress. The plan was that I would head over to The Borgata and leave my friends behind to get dressed while I was at the M&G visiting with Joe. We would then meet up around 6:15 for dinner before the show. So at 3:22, I headed out full of anticipation and excitement. My hotel is only about a 10 minute drive to The Borgata, so I have plenty of time. I had mapped out my route ahead of time so I know exactly how to get there. My only problem is how am I going to kill the extra time I have before I meet up with the other fans at 4:45 - right?

Well, when I go outside to get in the car and it's just beginning to rain a bit - it appears that we are about to get a summer afternoon thunder shower. I'm in my car probably less than 2 minutes when the sky opens up. The rain starts coming down in sheets with hail bigger than a U.S. quarter beating down on my car. The rain is coming down so hard that I had to pull over twice because I couldn't see. In almost no time at all, the streets are literally flooding. I'm a little nervous trying to drive thru all the water and read the street signs with my vision impaired, but I am slowly 'inching' my way to my destination. The good news is that I have plenty of time. Finally, the rain lets up shortly before I reach The Borgata around 4:00. That's right - that 10 minute drive took over a 1/2 hour, but that's okay because I still have plenty of time. So okay - like I said, I've reached The Borgata. Now, the fun really begins Ė I'm AT The Borgata but, how do I get TO The Borgata? Now this is a huge hotel and casino that stands apart from most of the others in Atlantic City, so when you see it that's pretty much all you can see. So I'm driving around in circles, looking for signs, and trying to figure out how to find the road that actually takes you in there. I take about every road I see but I can't find it. I look at my car clock and it's almost 4:15. Now, I'm starting to really get nervous. I'm going to have to really hightail it after I park the car to get to our meeting place. So I keep driving around, but still can't find the entrance. Finally, I come to a road I hadn't been on before - this has got to be the one. I take it and before I know it, I'm headed for a tunnel and away from the city. Now - it's officially panic time. Not only am I probably not going to make the M&G, but now I have no idea where I'm at. Thankfully, not long after I get through the tunnel, I see the name of a familiar expressway that I remembered from last year when I was here to see Glenn. (Unfortunately, I was not driving that evening so I wasn't paying attention to how you get in the freakin' casino parking garage). Anyway, I decide to get on the expressway because I remember there was a welcome center there where I could stop and get directions. The lady there was very nice and gave me very good directions. However, she made a big mistake of sympathetically looking me in the eye and saying "Don't worry, honey, everybody gets lost trying to find that place." I could not hold my frustration in any longer and as I walked away, I blurted out, "Well, why in the hell don't they put some signs up, then?" So as I run to my car, I glance at my watch, and it is 4:37. At this point, I know itís wishful thinking, but Iím thinking to myself, the M&G probably doesnít actually start until 5:00, and maybe I can still make it. I hurriedly get in my car and head back to The Borgata. Only one last little problem Ė the traffic is backed up on the expressway for what looks like miles heading back into AC. By this time, knowing Iím about to miss out on my chance to meet Joe, I just sit in the traffic thinking very sadly about how in the crap this all happened. The backup moved along fairly quickly though and with my very excellent directions, I pulled into The Borgata at 4:54.

I hurriedly park the car and rush to the elevator. I finally get to the meeting place around 5:10. Of course, there is a line and no sign of any JWFC members. I got in line since I still had to pick up the show tickets realizing that I had missed my chance. Once I got up to the clerk and got my tickets, I decided I would inquire to see how long the M&G was scheduled to last. I explained to the clerk that I was supposed to be there, but ďhad problems making my way to the hotelĒ. The very helpful clerk volunteered to make a call to see if I could still get in. I have no idea who she spoke with, but she came back and told me that the fan club members were still at the M&G and that she could escort me over. As we made our way over to what seemed like a very long walk, I was repeatedly expressing my gratitude and profusely thanking her. When we arrived, I looked at my watch again, and it was just about 5:30. As we turned the corner and walked into the room, I spotted Joe as he was walking out of the room. My jaw dropped as I relished the irony of it all. The first thought that entered my mind is that for some unknown reason, it was not meant for me to meet Joe on this day. I thanked the clerk again before she left and went over to introduce myself to the president of JWFC. As everyone was starting to leave, I exchanged pleasantries with some other fans as we exited the room.

Standing alone at the bottom of the escalators, and feeling very disappointed, I realize I have over a half hour before I meet my friends for dinner. I noticed the Gypsy Bar right in front of me. I thought to myself Ė yeah, I could use a drink about right now. I go in, seat myself, and order a glass of wine. As Iím sitting there I start thinking about how differently I felt just a little over a year ago when I was at this very same casino to see Glenn. I am contrasting my feelings now to the fantastic time I had then when I had met up with friends and fans for the show. What a difference a year makes. So Iím sitting there in my solemn mood reflecting on my friends from last year and about how gracious the friends Iím with this year were about rearranging our schedule for the M&G. I took another sip of my wine as I hear some familiar music begin to play in the background. Then THAT voice starts singing ďIt's another tequila sunrise, starin' slowly 'cross the sky.Ē I focus intensely on the beautiful, vulnerable voice, and as he sings ďOh and itís a hollow feeliní when it comes down to dealing friendsĒ, I burst into tears right there in the bar. Not wanting to be seen, I kind of hid my face until I regained my composure. The cry made me feel a little better. I finished my wine, and then headed to meet my friends for dinner. I thought as I exited the bar, this better be one helluva show tonight. At least, this time I was not disappointed.

I apologize for the length of this, but I honestly donít even know how to give a short version of the story. Almost every little detail is permanently etched in my brain.

Witchy Mummy, I'm still jealous!
Me too, GEF! :wink:

08-10-2007, 10:55 PM
Aw, I'm so sorry about your troubles, dreamer. How heartbreaking. :(

08-11-2007, 06:41 AM
Aw, I'm so sorry about your troubles, dreamer. How heartbreaking. :(

Me too, bloody weather :evil:

08-11-2007, 08:21 AM
Oh no Dreamer! So close and yet so far! :? :cry:

08-11-2007, 05:20 PM
Aaawwwww, dreamer! I'm so sorry you missed meeting Joe. But you made it to the show at least!

08-12-2007, 05:29 AM
Aw, dreamer, that's so unbelievably frustrating. I'm glad Glenn came through for you in your disappointment, and I really hope it was a good show after all that.