Back when I lived in L.A., and was married, and did things for women... whoa, I'm really dating myself here!... Well anyway, my ex and I moved back to Oakland about - er - maybe 7 years ago. Amir is a super cool fella, and I told him that my ex-wife's birfday was a-coming, and she has a big thing for Mr. Vegas Cheeze, Neil Diamond. I've always liked his stuff, but not to the point of spending, say, over $100 for a ticket to see him live.
Well, I spent the cash... 10th row seats in San Jose, home of Humvies, fake boobies, and ruff boyz with No Fear stickerz. (Yes, it sounds like L.A., but it's actually San Jose - just think L.A. without any of the nice stuff like ocean, hills, and culture) Anyway, the seats were not cheap - but I know they were waaaay more $ elsewhere - shoot, I checked, fool! It turned out that there are these amazingly-freaking older women who follow Mr. Diamond everywhere, and we were all around them - what a blast! Dude, I gotta say, when the show opened with "America", wow - I still get all goose-pimply now. More than once, Neil's personal body sweatishness flung onto me, as he danced, rumbled and flipped graciously around that stage... oh, such a delicious treat!
Needless to say, the marriage didn't last, but I still have such fond memories of that show, and the great tickets that Amir got me. Thanks to Golden Circle - good times never seemed so good! read more