Concert Reviews
Showboat Casino
Showboat Casino, Atlantic City, NJ
April 28, 2001
By Aura
Friday we were trying to pack up the car (yes I did find my pants that I had lost, which the cat had knocked off the stair railing). You notice that my cat causes a lot of problems for being a lazy, stinky elderly furr-ball?
I got home, after an English vocabulary test, in which I did even worse than usual, which is saying something. I was hit in the head with a volleyball and nearly knocked out in gym class. This was mostly due to the fact that my brain was screaming "DAVID! DAVID! DAVID!" all day. To balance that, though, I must say that I produced an outstanding 8x10 black and white print in Photography, and I aced a Spanish vocabulary quiz.
Anyway, I got home, and Dad is on the phone with some idiot in Miami who can't firgure out HOW TO TIGHTEN A BOLT, for crying out loud. The lawn is half cut, and Mom is in a frenzy. So I got sent out to finish cutting the grass, and in the end I butchered it pretty good but got it done. Dad is growling, he had to go in to work for an hour to get the idiot in Miami straightened out. And then he was told that he might have to leave for Miami on Sunday morning and he should call Saturday night to find out if he had to go.
So, since Mom and I didn't really like the idea of trying to drive home after the concert to get Dad home to find out if he had to go, we decided to take two cars. So Dad and my brother piled into Dad's Subaru, and Mom and I went in her Jeep, which had all our suitcases and stuff in it.
We were supposed to be following Dad, but we got separated in heavy traffic on the Schulkill Expressway. So I was stuck desperately trying to navigate for Mom from the BACKUP PLAN... a set of driving directions from Yahoo...
Some redneck in a beat-up Winnebago from Ohio kept passing our car and dropping back, screaming obnoxious come-on lines at me every time he passed by, but Mom and I were having a fascinating discussion of the medical possibility of a virgin birth. Which, I suspect, was started by Mom to get my mind off of the number-one subject of my current thought processes. She was sick of hearing about DC. But the redneck in the Winnebago got the picture after the fifth time he passed by and got ignored.
We were in the Vine Street Expressway, which goes straight under Philadelphia to the Benjamin Franklin Bridge to New Jersey, and the traffic was really tied up, it woud go in short quick spurts. During one of the spurts of movement, we heard this loud screech and a collision directly behind us. I looked back, thinking that we might've been hit, though I didn't feel a collision, but it was the two cars behind us.
After we fought through Philly and made it to the Atlantic City Expressway, Dad finally passed us and probably hit 90 mph, fortunately no cops. We made Ocean City, where we could get a cheap room in an old motel called the Tahiti Inn for $40 a night.
We checked in and ditched our bags, and it was about 7:30. Everyone was hungry, so we went to Caroline's By The Bay in Somers Point. I had a good dinner, crab and cheese ravioli. But we were seated at a window table, and I could see the lights of Atlantic City across the bay. (Well, mostly Trump Tower and Caesars Palace, but STILL!) I was fidgety all through supper, 'cuz I knew that DC WAS RIGHT ACROSS THE BAY! I could see him in my mind's eye, putting on his makeup and costume and coming out onto the stage...
After dinner, we all piled into the car and I was playing with a single-serving box that had had m&m's in it, and i got both my thumbs stuck in it, which says something for my mental state, and had to rip it off. While we were going back to Ocean City across the Stainton Causeway, I kept staring at Atlantic City and wishing I was over there. My brother claims that I was making whimpery noises.
It took me a LOOONG time to go to sleep on Friday night. My brother said that I was annoying b/c I kept squirming and muttering "DAVID!".
Saturday seemed really long. Spent the day on the boardwalk in Ocean City, looking at stuff in the shops for something to do. Mom knew I was getting loopy when I started looking at ROMANCE NOVELS in the bookstore. I usually avoid commercial romance novels like poison, I'm more of a sci-fi person.
I drove Mom nuts all morning by trying to catch glimpses of the buildings of Atlantic City whenever I could...
I then made the bad mistake of eating a blue raspberry Polish ice, which stained half my face BLUE!
Eventually, Mom went to get my Dad and brother off the beach, where bro dearest had fallen in the ice water that they use for an ocean. I went back to the hotel room and watched Bob Vila on the Learning Channel.
At three thirty I took a shower and got dressed in my outfit for the concert. It took me 15 minutes to scrub the blue off my face passably, and my lips were permanent. (Thank God for makeup!)
It took me awhile to cover all the various problems on my face. I had a severe forehead breakout on Thursday, and I had blue stains on my chin from the previously mentioned Polish Ice. I'm gonna need another concealer stick now, from having to disguise all the blue stains on my face! And I am very glad that I took my own makeup kit, rather than using the stuff that Mom brought along for her. She only ever uses translucent lip gloss, and I NEEDED my solid, opaque pink lipstick to hide my blue lips!
We went to The Clam Bar in Somers Point for dinner, but I was too nervous to eat much. I had some fried flounder, I think, and Mom yelled at me a lot to quit squirming. Someone's boat was parked and obscuring my view of Atlantic City, and DAVID WAS RIGHT OVER THERE!
Dad decided that we should drive back into Ocean City and follow the coast up, cross the bridge into Margate and proceed to Atlantic City. Except, on Thursday night, when I asked Yahoo for directions to the Showboat, it kept spitting back this screwy zigzag course. We found out why--a winter storm had taken out the bridge between Ocean City and the island that Margate and Atlantic City are on. So we did a U-turn and had to come up the Garden State Parkway. I was fidgeting madly in the backseat with nothing but the Pinelands to look at.
So we got onto the ACE again, and headed in, and right outside AC, there was a billboard for the Showboat, advertising DAVID CASSIDY IN CONCERT! The windows were down, and I let out a Rebel yell that scared the snot outta the old fart in the Mercedes next to us, and everyone else with the windows down stared at us.
Then the traffic backed up, and by this time it was seven. I'd wanted to be IN LINE by seven...took us 20 minutes to get to the Showboat and I'm getting antsier by the second in the backseat. Dad was driving, and he just wanted to get back to the Tahiti so he could find out whether he had to go to Miami, and he dropped us off at the Showboat by 7:10... BUT...
So Dad dropped us at what he thought was the main entrance. Hah! Right. It was the BUS TERMINAL ENTRANCE. The bus terminal at the Showboat is huge! We had to run through the bus terminal to get to the main lobby, where we got lost again! Mom and I eventually found a security guard who got us to the showroom. By this time, it's 7:20 and the decent seats in the middle are all taken. We got a seat about 1/3 of the way back, but all the way to the left as you face the stage.
We got plunked next to two ladies from Miami who had flown in to see David. And they wouldn't STOP TALKING! I ran off to look for Gail and the others, but I didn't see them. (I found out that Dawn had seen me and yelled, but I didn't hear her.) I went back for a few more minutes of being yakked at by the two Miami ladies, who thought that it was just ADORABLE that I loved David at my age, before clearing out to go looking for everyone again. That time, Dawn did catch me and bring me back to the table, with Janie and Gail and Jerilynn and everyone.
We talked for a few minutes, I got the tapes that Gail and Janie promised me. (Wow was DC sexy as Sam Scudder! Too bad they didn't make him a re-occurring villain! Gotta love those gloves, and that leather jacket!) I would have liked more time to talk, but now I know what they all look like. We'd just gotten started when they dimmed the lights and I had to scat back to my seat.
I would have much preferred being up with them instead of in my crummy seat. Halfway through the show, I was ready to cry, that's how bad it was. The two from Miami kept shrieking, at bad times, when I wanted to hear really bad. (They yelled a lot during Rock Me Baby, which I really wanted to hear him do live!) And the ass at the next table was constantly drinking, and the waitress' head was always right in front of David! I had to stand up to see him during Lyin' To Myself and I Am A Clown. Plus, my seat was right by the door that all the people kept coming and going through, and there was a bright light out there. Everytime the door opened, I'd get half blinded.
But I didn't have the money for the expensive seats. I hope that the show in November is cheaper and maybe we can all sit together.
I did have my camera, but I don't know how any of the pictures turned out. I was awful far from the stage for taking pictures, and the auto focus was thrown by the stage lights. So he'll probably come out a blurry little blob in the distance.
Anyway, I loved it, but I couldn't tell you exactly the song list or anything, just a few general impressions and specific memories.
He started out in the purple iridescent shirt, which in my opinion he looked REALLY sexy in. Just wish that the pants were a little tighter and maybe made of black leather...
He talked a bit about how he liked coming back to New Jersey and about going to the Jersey beach as a kid. Did a bad Jersey accent in part of it. You could tell that he was enjoying himself a lot. He did bounce around the stage, but as it has been said, he learned his lesson and LOOKED where he was going!
And OH MAN I would have LOVED to have been Candace for River Deep! He was GRINDING ON HER! Oh man, I relived that about forty times in my dreams last night, taking Candace's place, and maybe taking it a bit farther!
After River Deep, David changed into the black and silver shirt, (HE DIDN'T CHANGE ON STAGE, YOU GUTTER BRAINS!) which I didn't like as much. He looks better in colors. He just looked so indescribably yummmy in the purple satiny one. David could have left that one on and I would've been happy.
One notable thing, and one of the few good points about being all the way to the left was the view. Every time that he played the guitar, he had a tendency to bend toward the right more often than the left, so I got a really good view of his sexy little butt on several occasions!
And when he's playing the guitar, he WIGGLES it! Gotta love the hip motion on that man! He made me all tingly! He is SUCH a hottie, even at 51, and he does NOT look that old at all! I could have jumped that fifty year old body right there! I have never had a man affect me that way before!
I was also totally mute. I couldn't scream or even squeal for him like I planned. Couldn't even sing along. I was just in awe at being in HIS presence, and suffering a bit from severe LUST! I WANTED that man, SO MUCH!
At one point, someone up in the way front reached up to him and he held her hand. Not sure who it was, but it looked like the general vicinity of GAIL AND JANIE'S TABLE. And he said to excuse his sweaty hand! Such a gentleman. Like any of us mind if he sweats on us!
And he had some guy in the middle of the room spotlighted for not snapping his fingers on one song, Mack the Knife I think it was, when he was trying to get everyone doing it. Then the guy must have started, and David made a joke about it.
At the end, when they started the intro to I Think I Love You, people started charging the stage. The two chatty ladies from Miami grabbed me and dragged me up, but we were too late, and didn't get to shake his hand, too many people were there before us. I didn't bring him a flower or anything, and I would've been too shy to give it to him, but I would've liked to touch his hand, you know, just to have TOUCHED him... There was a girl there younger than me, in a purple Partridge Family t-shirt, and he said something like "Oh, God! How old is she, 16?!" She had gotten there early and was right against the stage, though. He never saw me, and the security people weren't happy so as soon as ITILY was over, I fled for my seat and I heard Cry from there.
But he was SOOO handsome up close! I have never seen a man so sexy! And his hair still looks so good. Maybe it was the lighting, but it was definitely shiny, and it looked thick and dark.
In the end, it was back out through the bus terminal, Dad picked us up, and we made it back to the Tahiti without further incident. I wanted SO bad to stay for the second show...
On the way back, I was under a happy David haze, which I'm still sailing in. Dreaming of a certain hazel-eyed honey deciding to scratch the second show and do a private one...seeing him there, warming up my bed in the dingy little motel room, with just the creamy skin of his bare shoulders showing above the covers...
But reality dawns, and I spent the night in a cold bed by myself. Dad had to drive into the airport at home for a flight that left at 8 AM today, and he left right after dropping mom and me at the motel. We had to navigate home very carefully, trying to use the Yahoo directions in reverse, which didn't work that well. Made a wrong turn and ended up on Vine Street instead of the Vine Street Expressway, but we made it home.
Thank you to Aura and Erik (David Cassidy Fan Site of Norway).
