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A Tale of Two Estrogens - Page Four
July, 2001
Or, "What I Did on My Summer Vacation, Part II"….

Friday, July 20, 2001

(Cyndi:)
Kelly, Dwanollah and I went to Ralph's grocery. It was a different one with a parking garage and a moving ramp that went up to the store. Weather is so balmy and perfect, just blissful, and everything is totally open. They don't protect anything from bad weather because they hardly ever have any. Everything at home is so shut-in and protected.

(Dwanollah:)
And I was always jealous of the people who had Real Winters and had enclosed malls and schools and stuff! Go figger! Dang Midwesterners… impressed with all this California lifestyle stuff…. Anyway…. Went home for lunch, then started getting ready for the Anaheim House Of Blues show.

(Cyndi:)
No idea what to wear. Finally decided on black velvet pants with the silver heels, and Kelly let me wear her little black, cropped tank top that says "trouble" in white lettering. No bra, hehe. Curly hair. I looked like trouble, too!

(Kelly:)
That top worked out awesomely with your ensemble. :)

(Dwanollah:)
Word! I was in my usual denim/silk shirt combo. Not a lot of choices. Ah, well. Maybe Terry likes chicks with limited wardrobes. I mean, post-Dale and all, perhaps the dowdy, frumpy look would turn him on….

(Cyndi:)
We drove downtown to pick up THTM, then headed straight for Anaheim. After much deliberation and angst, Kelly had decided to go with us!

(Kelly:)
I had told EVERYONE I wasn't going, all because I refused to patronise that evil Downtown Disney place where the Anaheim HOB is. But ultimately, 1) I was afraid that if I didn't go, I'd miss something good, 2) I wanted to spend every last minute with Cyndi and Dwanollah that I could, and 3) I had so enjoyed the Roxy show that I really wanted to see MP again. So I swallowed my anti-CorporateDisneyUgliness pride and went to the show. And ended up being *so* glad I did. We had the most wonderful night!

(Cyndi:)
It was a longer drive than I thought it would be, and we were in the rental Geo. Their car is really fucked up, and THTM said they are probably going to have to sue the dealer.

(Dwanollah:)
Not. Happy. About. The. Car. Sitch. At. ALL!

(Cyndi:)
The Anaheim House of Blues is in what used to be the parking lot at Disneyland!!

(Kelly:)
*pine*

(Cyndi:)
*********Anaheim, CA*********
When we parked the car, I took off the shoes and carried them. They are VERY high-heeled and unforgiving, especially to someone like me who never, ever wears heels at all and really hasn't worn them more than five times since age 15. It was still daylight when we got there, and people were milling around in Downtown Disney.

(Dwanollah:)
Downtown Disney is basically a Corporate Overload, much like Universal City Walk… all "family oriented" with mondo theme restaurants and big stores like the Lego Store and Disney-related stuff. Its only redeeming feature (other than the fab shows we've seen at the HOB) is that there's a Sephora there. So we could run in and swipe on some Urban Decay sparkly eye-shadow, if needed….

(Cyndi:)
There was a big line at the HOB to get in and eat. The security guards were so nice!

(Dwanollah:)
Dudes, we got our All Access passes without any hassles for a change! And the security guards there were IMPRESSED w/our passes, too! "Hey, wow! How'd you get that?" a couple of 'em at the front door asked us, genuinely interested. Heh.

(Cyndi:)
We went right in, and there was the stage. My shoes were already killing me. The dressing room was this very tiny, hot room, decorated all in red and warm tones. Cramped, but cool-looking. Warren was bouncing off the walls, animated and happy.

(Dwanollah:)
We were hungry, so we left Cyndi to do her All Access thing (not wanting to be In The Way during the pre-show amped-up thing and all, you know…?)

(Kelly:)
We went to Wetzel's Pretzels and got SOFT, FRESH, CHEWY, CINNAMON-SUGARY Wetzel Bitz, YUM!! and fresh-squeezed lemonade. It was divine. We couldn't get over our all-access wristbands. It was totally amazing; when we entered the HOB, all the security guys were like, "Wow, you have all-access!! That's so cool!" *BOGGLE* That has _never_ happened to me before. We felt all decadent and important and stuff. :)

(Cyndi:)
After visiting Warren briefly, I looked around for Dwanollah, THTM and Kelly, and they waved to me from the upper balcony, where they had gone to see Terry more easily.

(Dwanollah:)
*Exactly!!*

(Cyndi:)
My shoes were really cool, but they hurt like fucking hell.

(Kelly:)
We discovered that we could sit in the VIP-reserved area, which was a lower, inner balcony around the whole room that was cordoned by velvet ropes. We got an awesome spot in the middle, had stools to sit on, it was just deluxe. Loved it. The bonus was that we got to watch Cyndi & Pals do their Zebra Brigade thang. It was fun.

(Cyndi:)
The DJ woman intro'd them, and then there they came! Terry and Dale actually walked out holding hands! Warren was absolutely beyond anything I'd ever seen. He played extra stuff. He fell to his knees. He chased Dale around the stage, flirted with her, and sang into her microphone. It all clicked, and the energy and attitude were flowing in the air, along with the excitement and confidence. At one point in the show, Warren ran over and started playing Terry's drum kit! And Terry played something really simple on Warren's guitar. It rocked! During "Throw Money" we all threw dollar bills again, and later on Dale picked them up and asked Warren if he had anywhere to put them. He unzipped his pants, and held out the front of his underwear, and she put it safely inside! All sorts of fun interaction between the three of them. He yelled out "Fuckin' Disneyland!" and then he said, "It's just a WORD. It's just a WORD," and then they did "Words." "Give" was SO good, and we had decided not to do our Zebra Brigade worshipping because of the stage height. But when we didn't do it, Ronnie looked at us and started doing it behind his keyboard with this goofy grin on his face! So we started.

Warren got pissed off at the guitar tech, who gave him the wrong guitar that was tuned differently for a different song, and he pointed his finger down toward the ground and ordered, "Get it working!" Later on, he pointed toward the cabinets and said, "Fire that motherfucker." Terry asked for the strobe light to be turned off. Right before "Walking In LA," Warren yelled out "Duran Du-WHO? Hungry Like The WHAT?" and then he began playing HLTW in this slow, jerky manner that made it sound really simple and stupid, and then of course they slammed into "Walking In LA," which was probably their best known hit in the LA Area even if it didn't chart well.

(Dwanollah:)
That actually annoyed me. As I said to Kel and THTM, "Way to bite the hand that fed you for fifteen years." I mean, how many of those people would've been there if Warren HADN'T been in Duran? Really?

(Cyndi:)
Fed him? Not exactly. But that's beside the point. And they can just keep on feeding him - I hope that reunion album goes platinum. :) I may even buy one now, just to add my tiny royalty to Private Parts Music.

(Kelly:)
*looks at the pretty lights*

(Dwanollah:)
But why think about Duran when TERRY BOZZIO IS ON STAGE!? We now return to the drool-fest already in progress….

(Cyndi:)
At the beginning of another song, Warren had no sound and stopped everyone in this teasing way and said, "Stop! Rewind the tape!" and everyone laughed. A girl behind us (Vanessa) had this laminated, lifesized cutout of Wes! And she was holding it up so it could see the show, and Warren saw it from the stage and asked for it. Wes was so embarrassed.

(Kelly:)
I had spotted it earlier, in the crowd, and howled. He was SO mortified, it ruled.

(Cyndi:)
Dale's microphone started shorting out and she held the cord up tightly to make it stop. She messed up the very first line of the first song, hehe. Later on, Warren was feeding her the wrong lines just to fuck with her, and she called him on it, and he giggled and admitted it. "US Drag" was unreal tonight! Terry just blew everyone away with his performance.

(Dwanollah:)
It. Was. Sheer. Bliss. Do you think I could mount up on Terry whilst he was sitting on that drumstool, naked?

(Kelly:)
T. M. I.

(Cyndi:)
After "US Drag" was over, Warren tried to tease a drum solo out of him, yelling, "let's hear if your bass drum's working! Let's hear if the kick drum's working" and grinning at him.

(Dwanollah:)
"….Let's hear if Your New Girlfriend's G-spot is working…."

(Cyndi:)
Warren curved around and flashed Terry a thumbs up with this on-fire grin. He was SO on! Electric with happiness. This is so right - just so right. Pure, sheer magic on that stage. "One of us has not posed nude," Dale said, hehe.

(Dwanollah:)
Darn it all! *visualizing*

(Cyndi:)
I couldn't see Terry at all from where I was, but I could sure hear him. "Dark and Dangerous Guy" is so wonderful. Fucking awesome. They introduced it as something nobody had heard, and then here we were singing along as loud as we could - "but I won't let you! I won't let you! But I can't forget you! …… Why? Why? Why? Why why WHY!!!" Woohoo! Oh yeah! Part way through the show, Warren started playing the riff to "Willie The Pimp," and Wes joined in, and so did Terry, and Dale sang the first two lines. DAMN! We all screamed and hugged each other, because of course we all know it off _Roadrage. _ WOW. Dale stomped her little boot on the beat and yelled the lyrics defiantly, Strangely enough, she didn't mess up one word of that, but if she had, I probably wouldn't have noticed. I was too busy watching Warren in total shock as my friends clung to me and we became the Unabashed Zebra Brigade Warren Worshippers yet again for the first time since "Secret Oktober" in Clearwater, FL. Talk about a fan-pleasing fucking surprise.

There aren't really words for how wonderful this show was. The San Diego one was special because it was the first one, and the Roxy one was special because that was their home club from the beginning, but this was amazing in a totally different way. They've still got it. It's never gone away. The only sad part was the few seconds just before "Action Reaction," we clung to each other, moaning that it was almost over. They ripped the place up with that one, just like always.

(Dwanollah:)
Terry… naked… with two drumsticks… and three cymbals. That's all I need. That's all.

(Cyndi):
After the show was over, my feet were killing me SO bad. We joined the mass of people who were moving up the stairs as one body. I was looking around for Dwanollah, THTM and Kelly and didn't see them anywhere.

(Kelly:)
We were in the stairwell backstage waiting for Cyndi!

(Dwanollah:)
And then Dale came out to visit! She was soooo cute... and sooooo stoned. She was all protesting "I want to say hi to everybody first!" to the guy who was trying to get her out of the stairwell. And she made the rounds and Kelly cooed over her and was so adorable! And out-of-it or no, Dale was a total sweetie!

(Cyndi:)
Meanwhile, the club began their '80s party and started playing '80s songs. My feet were hurting so bad that I knew I could not make it down the stairs and back up. They played "Mickey" and then they played "Words"!!! We all screamed for it and sang along, and we were all singing "What are words for!" with Warren's backup vocals instead of Dale's lead.

(Kelly:)
Meanwhile, backstage, we were hanging with Dale, taking pictures, and waiting to get Dwanollah two pictures of Her With Her New Boyfriend. Dale was so fricking cute. I couldn't help bubbling and calling her "cute as a button", and she just ate it up and became My New Best Friend, which was hilarious and sweet. :)

(Dwanollah:)
Yeah, this was after she'd talked to us in the stairwell… we ended up talking to her more backstage. She lurved us! She gooned over THTM's shirt, and when Kelly asked her where she got her outfit, she slurred "Retail Slush!" and then grabbed my hand and moaned "I mean Retail Slut! I said 'Slush'!" and giggled her ass off.

(Kelly:)
*howl* I love that part!!!

(Dwanollah:)
Aw, yeah, all that 5'1, pink hair'd leather-clad blitzed sweetness of her! :) We took pix with her and everything… and it took some doing to get her (5'1) and THTM (6'3) in the same shot!

(Cyndi:)
I was really ready to leave, and I could not stand one more minute in those shoes and was afraid I'd get in trouble if I took them off, so I hugged everyone goodbye and disappeared through the magic door to find Warren.

(Kelly:)
Warren came out eventually, and when I heard him mention the eBay guitar girl, I took his hand and led him around the corner to where she was, as I had seen her earlier. I introduced them and went back to Dwanollah and THTM. Once again, Little Miss Helpful Uses Her Powers For Good Not Evil.

(Cyndi:)
Went down the stairs and could barely manage it, and I asked the security guy if I could take off my shoes. He said he shouldn't let me, but when I got below his sight on the staircase as it turned, I took them off. Could not deal with it anymore.

(Kelly:)
Dude! never ask! :)

(Cyndi:)
On my way down, I heard them starting HLTW, and everyone down in the hallway was laughing. Turned the corner into the hallway by the dressing room door, and there were Dwanollah, THTM and Kelly - they had come there to wait for me and had already talked to and met Dale.

(Kelly:)
And we were STILL waiting for Terry! He was awfully popular. :)

(Dwanollah:)
"My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Terry… he is sweaty, he is pretty, he's surrounded by drummer people…." Wait. That doesn't scan….

(Kelly:)
Dwanollah, man, you're killing me!! *howling*

(Dwanollah:)
*v. proud grin *

(Cyndi:)
Terry came out, and I went to him immediately. His eyes were glowing. Kelly asked if she could get two pictures of him with her friend, and he agreed. Dwanollah said, "I promise I won't ask you to marry me again." He was SO sweet to them, and he posed with THTM too.

(Dwanollah:)
He chuckled again when I said that, and said "You DID do that the other night, didn't you?" "Alas, I did," I confessed… knees weak because he HAS HIS ARM AROUND ME and he SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD, like a fresh shower and Nag Champa incense, which I burn at home ALL THE TIME, and which is YET ANOTHER SIGN THAT WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER! I took two shots with him, and then THTM wanted one w/Terry too. "I'm gonna PhotoShop a cuckold symbol over your head," I informed my beloved husband, much to the amusement of both he AND My New Boyfriend. (He's SMRT! He knew what cuckold meant! We are SOULMATES!) Ohhhh… I *so* love this man with his pierced nipples and everything…. "Thank you so much!" I gooned at him afterwards, clutching his hand with both of mine. (So strong! So smooth! So cool! So expressive!) I. Am. A Blithering. Fool.

(Cyndi:)
I hugged Terry and said, "Thank you SO much for doing this" (meaning, agreeing to reunite MP). Ronnie came out, hugged me - he is so cool, and he has done a GREAT job on keyboards. Warren came through and hugged Kelly, who was to my right, and then he hugged me.

Warren said for us to come upstairs to the aftershow, and then he got distracted, so we went upstairs on our own. All of us were totally giddy. They played "Destination Unknown," and everyone cheered, and then they started it over, and everyone sang and danced. Then they played "Our Lips Are Sealed," and Kelly and I sang along with it, harmonizing perfectly - she took the high part & I took the low part - it was brilliant! We sounded so good, and someone even said, "nice harmony!" What a brilliantly perfect moment.

(Kelly:)
Heh. We ROOOOL!

(Cyndi:)
Then Warren came out with a gallon jug of water, a Rite Aid sack, and some other stuff, and everyone crowded around him. Wes came through carrying his plastic cutout all rolled up and trailed by five girls holding hands and without wristbands, but they were with him, and the guard let them through.

Then Warren went back down to the dressing room after telling people he would be right back. We decided it was time to leave and we wanted to say goodbye to Warren on our way out.

(Dwanollah:)
I decided to go for one last Warren hug, too. Because I could. You know. I could hug Warren Cuccurullo. So I gave him a squeeze and whispered in his ear, "Thank you so much for being SO good to Cyndi!" And he pulled away from me and looked at me in SERIOUS amazement. "ME being good to HER?! Cyndi fuckin' RULES!" And we all giggled and broke into another chorus of "Cyndi Kicks Ass." Oh YEAH!

(Cyndi:)
We left and went out the side door, which went out to the balcony. THTM stopped to talk to someone.

(Dwanollah:)
He wanted to thank the security staff for being so kewl. After all the Attitude at places like the Roxy, this was SUCH a pleasant experience, so THTM, being a Nice Person, went back to tell them that. God, he's adorable!

(Cyndi):
We could see the sunken parking lot, where Dale was posing for pictures under a light by a concrete wall. We cheered for her and yelled that we loved her, and she waved back at us. Then we left, me carrying my shoes, triumphant. What a night. We went to Legoland, and a young clerk was coming toward me in my barefoot state, but I said, "so we can go now?" and fled before he could tell me to put my shoes on. Walked all the way through Downtown Disney and all the way to the car barefoot. We were so high on life, and using the foulest of language to express ourselves-and around children!-it just wasn't right, hehe. Dwanollah said "<something> fucking...I mean, <something> gosh darn..." and we all cracked up. Once we got in the car, I put on my black shoes and Kelly let me borrow her cool black jacket, and we went to Denny's. They asked if I would allow them to treat me to a snack, and I said, "Absolutely." I got a deliciously scrummy turkey dinner (turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn and cranberry jelly), and a Coke.

(Kelly:)
It was funny, because, without any discussion of it at all, THTM and I ordered identical meals (grilled cheese, salad, and fries), and Cyndi and Dwanollah ordered identical meals (turkey dinner above)! Great minds.

(Cyndi:)
We laughed about everything. Went to look at souvenirs with Kelly. Then we drove back, talking all the way. They are SO impressed with Missing Persons, Terry especially.

(Dwanollah:)
Oh yes. ESPECIALLY Terry.

Guys? Guys, where are you going? Huh…? Wait, don't leave me here alone! Guys!

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