I have talked about my love for Huey Lewis a couple of times on my blog already. You need proof? Okay, mosey over here and here. I hate to say I told you so... So, yeah, I am a card carrying Huey Lewis fan. Always have been, always will be. End of story.
You see, when I was about six years old, I used to put on my costume wedding dress and walk down the upstairs hallway in my childhood home to my mom and dad's bedroom where I would recite my vows to an imaginary Mr. Lewis. What can I say? He did something to my hair-challenged first grade self, something very powerful that still hasn't let go. When he walked past me a few years ago at Barnes and Noble, I immediately started crying. It's like I was a tween and Justin Bieber walked by. Embarrassing, but true.
So, when I heard that Huey Lewis (and the News, no less) was performing at The M here in town, I just about died. There was no way I wasn't going to be at that show. Since Jenner already had other plans and none of my friends here in Vegas are even old enough to know who Huey is, I decided to go on my own. Yep, I got all dolled up and went to my very first concert solo. I gave Jenner a smooch and let him know as lovingly as I could that there was a pretty big chance I might have to leave him for Huey. He looked a little sad, but I think he understood. You can't get in the way of a six year old's dreams, right? Right.
When I showed up at The M, I somehow managed to tell the valet, the people at will-call and the bartender (I needed a vodka soda for my evening) that I've wanted to marry Huey since I was six. Honestly, within my first 20 minutes at the resort, I had told everyone I could about my love for Huey. Um, can you say awkward?
Initially, I was standing in the general admission section and, let me tell you, I was less than pleased. This... this was my view.
Yes, I was happy to be in the same general vicinity as my man, but it wasn't enough. It just wasn't... This in combination with the fact that Huey was only singing his newer songs (and anything post-80's is great, but not the reason I put on fake lashes and dragged myself out alone) made me go sit down for a little bit. Then "I Want A New Drug" came on and I was instantly transformed into the little girl I used to be. I was up on my feet and dancing like crazy next to a couple in their fifties wearing jorts.
After that, still high off of Huey and frantically texting my best friend, I found the courage to walk past security and leave my sorry general admissions area for good. Turns out, if you act like you own the place, people assume you do. So, I strolled right up to the front and stood next to Jimmy Kimmel (who seemed super nice, fyi). By the time Huey started singing "The Power of Love," I was in my childhood heaven. The fact that we later made eye contact and that he waved to me (granted I was 20-30 years younger than the average concert goer and kind of stood out), only sealed the evening as one of my all time favorites.
Oh, and then Carina told me over the phone to ask a young man dismantling Huey's stage if there was an after party where I could meet Huey... and I did. Turns out, I'm the Penny Lane of Huey Lewis and the News. (It also turns out, Huey goes straight to bed after he finishes a show and doesn't have any kind of after party. Even though I didn't get to meet him, this little fact kinda makes me love him even more.)
(Um, this is pretty much my favorite photo. Ever.)
I hope that someday your childhood love dreams come true, too. Happy Tuesday!