Higher! Higher! part 3 To continue: Day 2: Laura & I wound up talking all night, finally got to sleep around dawn. Woke around 11am, joined Dave (TODJ), had breakfast and then took a drive out to Hoover Damn. Awesome sight--'specially for us flatlanders Did the tour of the power plant, took a couple of pictures. Then back to the hotel in time to change for the show. Seats very close to the previous night. Again--absolutely outstanding performance! Maybe a few different songs, but I'm happy to hear the same ones over and over (which I did). At one point, I again had my binoculars trained on *Peter*, and an usher came (interupting my staring! grrr) to tell me cameras weren't allowed in the theatre. I said I know, and showed her that I was using binoculars, not a camera. Again--wonderful show! Peter did Can you dig it. Micky did since I fell for you. Davy did Is you is.... & the Oliver medly. They also did Valleri. I've discovered to my shame I no longer have an 18 year old neck. I have this habit of shaking my head back and forth especially vigorously to this song--I made myself dizzy At any rate, much the same as the previous night. I was flying! Then: Laura was given this great idea: see if she can't exchange our row E seats for better ones. 5A! Front and Center! We wound up in the exact same seats for both of the next nights shows. We were staring right into Micky's--um... during Since I fell for you. He noticed Laura singing along during Goin' down, leaned over and stuck the mic in her face. She pulled back, shaking her head 'no'. I looked back at the stage to see Peter looking at her, making chicken wing motions with his arms. She did it back, nodding--yup! I'm chicken! Peter did higher & higher again. This time, on the 2nd Higher! Higher! Laura & I would throw our arms into the air in time to the music. Peter saw, and started doing the same motion with his left arm for the rest of the song. I noticed by the last (5th) show, Micky & Davy had joined in The rest of the show is pretty much a blur. At the endd, they did the handshake thing again. This was my chance! Dave shoved me closer to the stage as Peter made his way toward us. He got to me. I grabbed his hand and kissed it. Then I realized he wasn't letting go--he was using me for balance as he shouted in Laura's ear to 'stick around' A moment later, George (something) hands us down 4 backstage passes! (4, because we were sitting with a single girl--couldn't very well say: No.You can't come. Nyah!) (calm down Jan!) So we go backstage. Laura asks if I'm ready for this. I said 'No.' Then Peter sees us. He comes and gives Laura this awesome hug. I think we spoke. I' m not sure. Laura asks if he wouldn't mind posing for a picture with me. He does. he put his arm around me; I reciprocated, I'm ashamed to admit, by throwing my arms around his waist and leaning my head on his shoulder. (He's not as tall as I expected) Laura snapped the picture. Dave, standing to one side, snapped at the same time. Peter noticed this, and swung me around so that we were facing Dave & he got another shot. Laura & i moved off to one side so he could meet with others in the room. I was standing in front a sofa. I have a vague notion of someone walking behind me. Then I feel a pair of hands grabbing my waist from behind. I yelped, to find myself being pulled into *Peter*s lap! OhMyGod! I'm sitting in *Peter*s lap! I turned to look at him, grinning. He gave me that smile of his, and he kissed me! I told him: I'm in 7th heaven rigbht now.....no--make that 9th heaven. He said: there isn't one. I said: There is now. We actually had a real conversation, though I only remember bits & pieces of it: he asked if I were a particular fan of his, as opposed to the other guys. Duh! of course I said yes. (he may have asked this because my eyes were mostly trained on him, even when Davy or Micky was on the other side of the stage, singing lead....) We got into a discussion on accents. Laura told him about losing her job the day before we left. He asked if I'd had any trouble. I said--No. I just told my husband 'bye-bye'. Eventually, he had to leave. He got up, turned to us, and gave a little bow. I bowed back (as best I could, as I was still sitting) He left. we left. *Then* I had my anxiety attack. I asked Dave to take me back to our hotel, where I had a major crash. I'm just glad I waited till we'd left. Ok. I'm starting to overamp again. Part III will be along later. Peace! Jan --My penguin was not Peter --My penguin was not Peter Tork