Chicago

So, your friendly neighborhood Goddess did not attend the shows in Chicago, but she had sisters who did (*waves to Catte and Wills and Samantha*) and friends-of-friends (*waves to T's friend B*) so there's lots of news to share. Not all of the news comes from them, but the pictures at the end do. There'll be more linked up to the BJCT as we girlies get them posted, but for now, here's what's been going on.

First there are reports of Jon being in a much better mood at Saturday's show than at Friday's. For those of you wondering why? Apparently, some over-zealous fans decided it would be very cool to try out for whatever new football team Jon is looking to buy by TACKLING the man in the lobby of the hotel. Yes, you read that right. They reportedly knocked the guy to the ground. Now, if it was accidental, and the ladies in question tripped and fell into him (which is probably what would happen to me; my Karma works that way), that's one thing, but that's not what the report from T's friend B. After a stern lecture (from Jon to the hotel management) things were better the next day.

SO, I have to ask. Really, Jon-tossers, what the sweet blue HELL were you thinking? He is not going to be impressed with you knocking him over. He's not going to gaze up at you as he's crouched on the floor of a very nice hotel and think, "Yeah, I'll cheat on my wife with her." Not going to happen. Not only THAT, but c'mon! The man is still recovering from an injury!

OK, enough of that.

Second, Catte and Wills got to meet (and photograph with) Hugh. They said he was super nice and smelled really good. I wonder if they slipped him a BJCT business card. Hmmm, ladies?

Who DID get business cards were a group of girls in the elevator at the Hard Rock who thought Catte was me and were so excited to meet me. Lemme tell you, that made me feel good, even from half a country away. The girls were very cute and really nice, and once they found out that Catte was THAT CATTE of the "Slippery" and "Guns" fictions, they were SO thrilled, wanted her autograph. Very, very cool.

While we're speaking of the BJCT business cards, Catte and Wills got a card to a reporter named Amanda, who asked all sorts of questions, and was going to go back to her editor with the story about a little group of fans trying to do something really really big. Hopefully her editor is a Bon Jovi fan, and thinks the BJCT is a neat idea. We'll definitely keep you posted on that.

Kiwi has a bunch of them (the cards, not reporters) that she's going to have with her at the Aussie/NZ shows. When she approaches with them, please, take them and check us out! And if you happen to go on a backstage tour as part of your package, drop one or two on the dressing room tables, yeah?

OK, straight guys can stop reading now. This is all drooly stuff now.

There were some GORGEOUS videos taken during the show and they're up on the BJCT. We're working on filling in the holes in the set lists, and getting all the downloads made available. One of the videos features a lovely strip tease (really a jersey change on stage, but still) that the ever wonderful Ms. Catte captured forever in pictures. She'll have them cleaned up and posted to her PB soon (and they'll be linked on the BJCT soon after that) but I didn't think you needed to wait to see them.

I know those are distracting as all hell, but take a look at this... I'm partial to this one; one of my favorite HAND moments. This never gets old.



This one in particular does funny things to my insides. I love the rakish tilt to the hat. *swoon*



So we're at the end of the first leg, and the guys have some much-deserved time off. In the month ahead, they can get lots of rest, so they can blow the socks off the next group of fans. I'm still trying to convince Mr. Hath that a perfect 40th birthday present would be to get me tickets to the Mexico City show. Hathlet thinks it's an awesome idea, and since he turns 10 a few days before I turn 40, he thinks it should be a combined birthday extravaganza.

I think he's right.

Mr. Hath? Not so much.

~ Hath