The day started out sucking ass, my 4 friends and I were on a tight schedule and we were running late. By the time I got to take off to the concert, a huge downpour had begun. Already stressed as hell, I hurried everyone into the car and took off to the LoDo Music Hall to see Orgy. The rain was hideous, leaving at least 6 inches of standing water on the highway. Unfortunately for me, I was driving too fast (40 mph..and that's too damn fast in standing water) and when the car in front of me stopped, I slammed on my breaks, which locked breaks and sent my car flying into the one ahead of me. We heard glass shatter and the car just shut down. I re-started the car and pulled to the shoulder to exchange information with the other driver (whos car was fine)... in the pouring rain. Thank Jaysus she didn't want the cops involved 'cause that would have yanked my license easy. This is where I look at the damage to my car.....Much to my chagrin, the bumper was crushed up into the small grill, obliterating it and the hood was smashed up and rippling from the right fender onto the middle of the car. Oddly enough, (well, maybe not for an obsessed Orgy fan) my only worry was that I would be incredibly late to the Orgy show. I knew that I could fix the car...and dammit, I wasn't about to miss out on Orgy. (now that's devotion)

So we get to the concert after being pretty much lost in downtown Denver for 30 minutes and we park our asses across the street from the venue and hobble our numb bodies over to the line, which was already at least 50 people back from the door. Exhausted, cold, wet and overall miserable, I decided to wander back and forth, in hopes that I would see one of the Orgy boys peer out from their sound check. By this time, I was thinking "if they don't appreciate what I went through to get down here,then fuck them." Which was completely selfish, of course...but hey, I was cold.

So Bobby peeks his head out, no dice except for an index finger and him mouthing "I can't right now." Damn. So I wait for Jay. Luckily, Jay peeks out soon enough and I waltz up to him quite slowly and with the look of complete misery on my face. Flatly, I said

"Jay, can I talk to you for a minute?" He motions for me to come closer so he can hear me better and I relay my story to him, quite apparently shocking him. This is when 4 groupie bitches show up for photo ops. Paige and Amir just /had/ to show up, further delaying my chat with Jay. Before long, they all had to go and I was stuck back where I was, sopping and standing by that door. After another good 40 minutes, the chic who is with the band shows up again and motions for me to come back to the door. (I had moved a bit to get out of the rain) This is where she hands me 5 passes for the aftershow. One for everyone who I dragged with me. Grinning like an idiot, I thanked her and ran off to the line. Unfortunately, my friend had gotten there before me and told my friends to give 2 of our tickets to the chics in line behind us. Happy for them, but fuming for our sake, I got pissed and demanded that we get them back, since we had to be at the show to get into the aftershow. We got the tickets back, and thankfully Kris from Videodrone hooked those 2 sweeties behind us up with some tickets.

So we go inside, completely in awe of the blue stickers we clutched so tightly. It really didn't matter where we stood for the show, considering the fact that we were going to be able to chat with the Orgy boys later anyway. So we chose a nice little landing where we could still see the whole stage, just from a small distance away. The concert rawked, Videodrone was great (but you have to start playing Ant in the Dope guys!) and of course, Orgy rocked the stage. Even though it was great to be seeing Orgy for the 2nd time in 6 months, it's what was ahead that we were still giddy about...

The security guys came around, yelling at everyone to get out unless you had a nifty blue sticker. By the time everyone was out, there were probably about 45 fans left. Gradually, all the members of Orgy came out, along with the Videodrone boys, who unfortunately, were hardly recognized at all. First off, I waltzed over to Amir and handed him my drawing. He looked at it and I explained what happened to the frame (car accident) He smiled and said:

"Wow..Rad! Who drew this?" I replied (of course) with "me" and he smiled again and thanked me with a hug and his autograph. Boy was I glad that went over well...my entire life of happiness relied on his reaction. No pressure Amir. We made our way to Ry and Bobby, greeting them nicely and collecting autographs. Then Paige walks out. Paige, being my favorite in the group, looked lovely as ever, that deadly hair standing no less than 6 inches off the top of his head. He was even sweeter than I remembered from March, talking to us happily. My friend Aimee asked him about the block-letter necklace around his neck that said "Paige". His response:

"That's for if I die in a gutter somewhere, people will know who I am."

Haha.

More idle chit-chat and some slammin' on Jay ensued, ("Hey Jay! You're cool!" *thumb up, thumb down, raspberry*) we were all smiles. I even got the opportunity to get the "Clippie" picture. When I handed Paige two little plastic butterflies he gave me the oddest look and said:

"Butterflies...? I'm not a cute butterfly type of guy."

Of course you are, and you know it Paige.

We got to bug Jay for a moment, but Mr. Popularity wasn't allowed pictures, hugs or kisses according to some guy. Paige looked at that guy and laughed, saying,

"Oh shut the fuck up...don't you have anything better to do?"

No matter how much he wasn't allowed to, he still gave me a chance to get a pic with him. Which turned out lovely, but at his request, I won't post it. *sniff*

My friends, my sister and I, (Aimee, Nathan, Sharon and Glen) moved about from member to member and even to Don, the coolest roadie (Videodrone). However, strangely enough, we kept migrating over to Paige. (shock..heh) Paige didn't seem to mind though, in fact, he beamed to Jay and pointed to us, saying:

"Look! I have fans!"

By this time, I was niccin' and clinging to Paige, who just happened to light a nice, fat Camel wide. Then he proceeded to tell us that Camel sponsored him and that he was the "Cancer Poster Boy."

"I like being out of breath and coughing, really!"

Willing to be the cancer poster girl, I asked him if I could bum a cig. He looked at me, then down at the cig hanging from his lips and grinned, passing me his cigarette. How sweet of him. Lit already and all! Needless to say, after watching all my cigarettes break (the rain outside dampened them to all hell) I was glad to have that.

A few more hugs and a kissie later, both my little group of Orgy fanatics and Orgy themselves had to jet. We said our goodbyes to them all and rubbed it in that we would be at their next show in Salt Lake, which prompted Paige to say,

"You are? Cool...I'll hook you up with some more passes then."

Yahoo!

Grinning like a bunch of idiots, we left the building, another wonderful Orgy experience behind our belts, and yet another coming with the next day.