oh. my. gods.

if i wasn’t in an ecstatic altered state by the end of the Journey show, the five mile bike ride home through quiet forest and wooded streets really did it. I’m only on the computer now because I’m waiting my turn in the shower — the humidity just made for a sweaty trip back.

Journey. Fuckin’. ROCKED.

I was alternately dancing and singing and crying and laughing all through it, and when they launched into Don’t Stop Believin’, tears were streaming down my face.

I haven’t had an ecstatic experience like that in YEARS.

more later. Brett’s out of the shower.

Oh, and Night Ranger (the opening act) just SUCKED; they were the textbook derogatory-definition of Rogaine Rock. Whatever the fuck Jack Blades was on, he needs to get off it.