On
the road
of Rock n' roll
- A long journey to Dublin and back for love of music
(part3/3)
The
After Show
Tony,
Jackie, Chris, Ger, Ronnie and myself were fortunate enough
to have been gifted some aftershow passes, and so, no disrespect
to the Leppards, but to us the possibility of spending a lil`
extra time offstage with the boys will always win.
After
a little ordeal involving the security
of the night and battling for near 20 minutes we were finally
escorted to the lift that takes one to the "aftershow area",
at the club-bar of the venue.
We
were lucky enough..to spend some time with Doug,Timothy, Uriah,
and have a few words with Chris.
Even
a few pics were taken. Although to me taking pics is just
not "on the agenda" as it feels more like one is actually
spending time with friends these days. that know us and seem
more then comfortable in our company, that alone, to me, is
amazing.
I may have lost out on photos..but aah I gained on kisses
and hugs.
After
a considerable time, we parted company and, of course, it
being our luck, just left the bar when the sounds of "We`ll
Meet Again" ring through the O2, meaning Def Leppard have
finished their set.
That ment we were now stuck in thousands of moving bodies.
Finally
out of the arena! Saying our goodbyes to some, we take a taxi
back to our hotel. No food all day, so I'm starving.
But it's too late to get anything, so take away greasy pizzas
it was.the smell was so overwhelming, I could not eat a thing
although hungry (lost another few grams)
Back in our rooms, some time until sleep would come to me.
Too wound up and somehow this ONE GIG was just NOT ENOUGH!!!
It's
time to go home
The next day saw some of us meeting up wandering Dublin again,
as my bus was not leaving before 8.15 pm, and others were
staying on or catching very late (early!) planes.
 Back
to Grafton Street, and Phil`s grave so the rest of our group
could see this.
We
enjoyed a great lunch in Dublin citycenter.
My thanks once again to our more then generous friend Ger!
Later in the eve, we said our goodbyes by the Bus Station.
We all had such an amazing time, we realised that we had made
new friends and were promising each other to meet again asap.
My
bus was on time, the even longer journey home, due to longer
wait in London was tough maybe harder then coming in, as now
I knew it was all over for a while.
After
18.30 hrs I touched down on "native soil" on the Isle of "Wightsnake",
tired as hell, but in the knowledge that this little much
too short Irish adventure had been well worth my troubles.
And..even more so, in the knowledge that I would do it ALL
AGAIN to have the chance to SEE MY BAND because It means the
world to me.
Thank
you Whitesnake for being so damned brilliant. I`m gonna hold
on for the rest of my days, hopefully, I will be saying..these
words again very soon: HERE I GO AGAIN!
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