Daughtry's Biggest Fan!

No, it's not me, it's my cousin (in-law), Tara. I'm sure her blog will be MUCH more interesting, but here it is from my perspective.

When you last left me, I had just gotten home from Disneyland at 2a and put in a full day at work. Now, mind you, Tara had already seen Daughtry in San Francisco and FLEW TO PHOENIX (convinced my sister, Yvonne, to come with her) to see him again. Yvonne wasn't feeling well, so we planned to take Rach instead. But, I was pretty sure I was going to bail on her because I was just exhausted. Sooooo, I call her and she....

SCREAMS that "we" had won the "Meet and Greet" for the Daughtry concert! OK, maybe, I'll go. She used me "Mom of 2, doesn't get out much, all she does is play on the computer" sob story to win the tickets. BUT, she got the email too late and the Meet and Greet was during the sound check. I walk in the door, barely have time to change my clothes, and we're off to Tempe (about 40 miles away) to see what they can do for us.

We get there around 7p and Tara works her magic. She got the email late, here it is, what do we get? The concert is at a bar in a strip mall. People had been in line since 7a waiting to get in so they can rush to the stage and be right there. We get to GO IN FIRST before anyone else, that had been waiting in line.....and we get to talk to Chris after the show.

So a little after 8p, we are led in and get to the front of the stage. You can see nose hairs, most likely get "sprayed" by sweat and reach out and touch someone. Oh yeah, we didn't eat dinner and about this time, Rach is hungry. We have two bands before Chris even comes on stage. Sorry, Rach, we're stuck.

An hour later, Rach is really not doing well (I thought she was going down) and I decide that I'll take her to the car after the show and just wait for Tara. Well, Chris was awesome (I got to shake his hand) and it's time to go meet him. Rach asks if we're the only ones who get to go and then she perks right up!

The bouncers tell everyone to go home, he's not coming out, etc. Tara says, "what about us?" Everyone EXCEPT us are to go home.....out comes Chris -- all 5'8" of him, with his quiet, reserved nature. Give hugs, takes pictures, ask how Rachael is (which of course, she answers "FIIINNNEEEE"), and signs Tara's shirt that she bought. BTW, I STILL don't have the pictures to send out, TARA! ETA - here are the photos!

We leave at 11p, get some fast food, and hit the hay around midnight. Not bad for a Mom of 2 who never gets out, huh??