Those that know me know that my happy place has always been in my childhood memories of my grandparent's house in Rockport.  It's right on the Gulf, and very calming for me.  But then, Water has always tamed this child of Fire. 

This past Thursday night, I went to the Crue Fest in Dallas as an early bday gift to myself (less than a month - it counts).  Of the five bands, I wanted to see Sixx: A.M., Papa Roach and Motley Crue.  I knew it would be worth every copper penny of the $95 ticket price as I was on the 11th row (3rd row behind the pit, actually).  The concert totally rocked - I had the best time.  It was already something I would never forget, but then between BuckCherry and Motley Crue, something happened that made it something that I'm not really sharing with others...it became something very personal and private (as you can see, I am not really telling details here).  I was going to another section to see a friend of mine, and as I passed the sound board, I saw a white tank top and an arm of tats...I looked and there was James and DJ from Sixx: A.M.  Needless to say, the friend had to wait just a bit longer....and she understands.  While the pic isn't the most flattering of me....you can tell I was trying not to scream....it is still one of my favorites from that roll of film (I took 5 rolls total). 

I have now met all three guys in Sixx:A.M. - I met Nikki in December on his book tour.