In honor of the beginning of Sam’s tour (a headlining one at that!), we thought it may be fun to take a little trip down memory lane. Re-experience the awesomeness that always happens when you attend a Sam Bradley concert. Over the next few days, to gear up for the start of the tour which I KNOW all of you are jazzed about, LiLi and I will each pick a topic of the day and one of our favorite memories that fits that topic.

Today, our topic of choice….

Facepalm Moments

I think what makes all these moments all the more awkward, embarrassing and downright hilarious is the fact that Sam forgets nothing. NOTHING. It threw me for a loop when I finally realized that. I mean, hell, he recognized me from Facebook and Twitter before we ever met. Scary, right?

Because of this, every time we see Sam from here to eternity, we’ll always wonder which of our facepalm moments will be floating through his mind at that particular moment. If we are lucky, it will NEVER be these ones…

Amber’s #1 Facepalm Moment

Choosing my favorite face palm moment at a Sam concert is like asking me to choose my favorite cake. It’s damn near impossible. There are so many. I don’t know what comes over me while I am there because before EVERY show I decide I’m just going to have one beer and I will only go through the meet and greet line one time, you know, like a normal person. But clearly, I do not maintain my normality once I walk through the door. I blame the eff me eyes. They throw me off my guard.

But I think my favorite (which is weird to say, cause really, how do I have a favorite embarrassing moment) was this past show in Dallas. I mainly blame the school for which LiLi is employed for this moment, cause surely if she was there, she would have saved me, right? RIGHT?

It started as they all do, I’m gonna have just one beer. And when I find out the beer is $9, I think “oh yes, this one drink thing will be easy.” However, that $9 packed a punch and before I knew it, I was up for #2 and feeling pretty good about it.

So, when the meet and greet line started, I jumped right in, cause I knew I could go through again once LiLi arrived. That’s when you now I am buzzed. I start planning out how many times I’ll go through the line.

I made a statement all right.

Earlier in the day, long before the concert, (yes, a flashback) I was getting dressed alone and the shirt I was wearing was one with a button that you can never decide on. You feel a little trampy leaving it open, too conservative buttoning it up. So I made the decision for the open button cause hey, you only live once. And don’t act like you don’t have a shirt like that. All women do. It’s the go to shirt when you need to make a statement… with your boobs.

These babies need to be contained!

Of course, when I get to the front of the line, I want my picture with Sam cause obviously the 2,386 couple other ones I have are not enough. These are memories in time people! (10 fan pts for correctly naming the movie that quote comes from.) And, then the beer kicked in and I dropped my camera. No worries though. My mad reflexes saved the day and I managed to do this arm crushing the camera into my chest thing to save it. And at the same time, managed to push the button and take a picture. Of my boobs.

Now, normally that wouldn’t be a big deal. I have so many pictures of my boobs, what’s one more? (Kidding. Sort of.) But oh no. It did not end there. While trying to recover from my minor mishap, Sam leans over and whispers, “I think you just took a picture of your cleavage.” Yep, he saw it. All of it. I think I sobered up immediately at that moment. I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t dark, my face would have been an amazingly awkward shade of red.

::FACEPALM::

LiLi’s #1 Facepalm Moment

Unlike Amber, it didn’t take me long to recall my most embarrassing moment. There is only one that I clearly remember. One that still makes me cringe to this day.  I try not to think about it, but something will occur that let’s the horrid memory  penetrate the steel cage I keep my awkward moments locked safely away in. Although, let’s be honest here….that cage is quickly filling up ever since we started this here little blog, so it’s not quite as easy to push it all away. And, the beers I have been drinking lately, for my May Training, certainly aren’t helping. But I digress….

It all went down during our little jaunt to LA last June to see Sam play at the Hotel Cafe. There was a group of us there and at one point someone, who shall remain nameless (although it’s easy to find out-duh) showed us a pic of one Otto Bauer, claiming it was Sam Bradley’s doppelganger. I looked. I laughed. Hard.

And then I couldn’t help myself. I blame the pre-game Pacificos that we drank before the show. And Jason Segal. But it was just right there. My laptop. And a pic of a p0rn star who looked extremely similar to a certain singer/songwriter we were where there to see. So I emailed it to our group. And I think there was even a dare thrown out to see if anyone would print it out and show Sam that night at the show. A joke, right? No one had a printer in their suitcase. And no one would actually take the time to walk down to the hotel’s business center to print out a pic of a p0rn star advertising his new ::ahem:: marital toy, right??

WRONG. I WAS SO WRONG.

I now blame technology. That evil bastard. It hadn’t even occured to me that beer+iPhones would result in this– ps check out my completely EMBARRASSED FACE at the end, when the camera is pointed to me asking how I felt about it all:

::FACEPALM::

Oh the horror of it all unfolding right before my very eyes. In that moment on the vid, I am chanting in my head, “please don’t tell him how you got the pic, please don’t tell him how you got the pic.”

I don’t remember much after that. Some pics were taken. A convo between Amber and Sam of why he looked so serious in his posters nowadays. But it was all a blur. I was just waiting for the pic to pop out again.

So, what better way to exorcise facepalm demons than to publish them on the world wide web for all to see, no? There it is internets– my most embarrassing Sam Moment. I hope you enjoyed!

Stay tuned tomorrow for Day 2 of our OMG-The-Sam-Bradley-Band-Starts-The-Minor-Tour-This-Week-Post-A-Polooza….

Hey! Don’t leave LiLi and I as the only embarrassed ones today. You know you all have a moment where you feel the need to facepalm. It’s cool. It happens to all of us… well at least to LiLi and me.  Please PLEASE share in the comments so we can laugh, cry and console. ————————>