I Love Rock N Roll (and Blondie and Neil Giraldo)

As you might recall, my most favorite rock stars have lost some of their attractiveness to me. I have been disenchanted that as I get older, so do they! Damn them. The objects of my desires need to keep a certain image... to include (but not limited to) rock hard abs, a tight butt, and some kick ass dance moves. So I have found a new love... and he is Neil Giraldo. He is the guitarist/ husband of Pat Benatar... and good lord is he H-O-T!

My husband surprised me a few weeks ago with tickets to a Blondie & Pat Benatar concert. This was so thrilling for me since Blondie was my absolute all-time worshiped rock goddess. Some of my favorite memories include her, my bestie, some loud sing-alongs and animated dancing. Her music is so fun and just elicits my 80's punk rock diva.

She still rocks. She still has that quirky I-am-completely-stoned performance going on, albeit slightly slower. You can't imagine what it's like to see a 64 year old woman (yes, that is 6-4!) on stage writhing in her lace negligee, fish net stockings and crazy hair extensions. But I have to give it to her, she is still a rock star.

Bit, I digress.... back to Neil. He stole the show. Pat was great, but I could not take my eyes off Neil. He had these steel blue eyes that, since I was front row center, just bore right through me... and, yes, he WAS looking at me. See....


That's him... looking at ME! He wants me, clearly. When I showed Colb this pic he was all, "Him? He's old. He's your new crush?" Umm, yeah. Did you see those buns, those arms (I love me some sexy arms) those eyes???

Here's a better pic without the 50's pompadour....

Seriously. Look at him. Colb agreed Neil could be my new gimme (you know, he would forgive me that one lurid rendezvous if I could possibly get Neil to comply) So, now I just need to get Neil to notice me... oh and there is that pesky issue of his wife. Seriously, Neil, you have been married for 27 freakin' years... isn't that quite long enough? Or she doesn't have to know. I can be your heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker. I won't mess around... no, no, no!!!

See, aren't we a cute couple? How can you resist, Neil? Really... We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder, we belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under. Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better, we belong, we belong we belong together! Think about it.

I stole the concert photos from my favorite ticket agents website. I had to disclose that so he doesn't sue me- he's crazy like that. Make sure you call him if you want front row tickets like I got at Meadowbrook in NH- (especially useful if you are into stalking rock stars like I am).