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Okay seriously. No beer next time I’m at a Sam show. Really.

Actually, I did remember pretty much everything from the Dallas show. I kind of had an amazing time. And the night pretty much ended up being epic, as always.

Let us start from the beginning…

ohaithere Mr. Bradley!

I arrive, and some how I am at the front of the line to get into the show. I don’t know how this happened. In case you all don’t realize, I’m normally not there till the doors open cause seats by the bar are normally easy to find for some reason. Thank goodness our ticket winner Shannon came early and managed to mosey her way to the front of the line. I was lonely. And the girls behind me kept talking about how awesome their recent trip to church camp was, which was making me feel awkward since my boobs were hanging out. No really. They were. We’ll talk more about my cleavage later… I promise!

We got inside, got my $9 beer and I was starting to feel a little bit better. I was right in line of where I knew the eff me eyes would be and was explaining the awesomeness that is a Sam Bradley concert to Shannon, who was a Sam virgin before that night. Woo hoo! Always happy to assist someone with popping their cherry!

Poor LiLi did not make the Sam performance at the show. I was so sad for her. I even saved her an amazing spot (in line with the eff me eyes. duh.), but it was not meant to be. And, while I was hoping Sam might start a little late, he started 10 minutes early. LiLi didn’t stand a chance. Which is why you are getting the “Amber only” side of things right now.

The show starts and I tell you what, the boy can perform! This is why I’ve fallen in love with Sam. I was just in like with him until the first live performance. And now, even at concert number 4 for me, the boy still has it! In fact, dare I say he has gotten better since the first time I saw him? Yes, I dare say it!

Man. I love this picture. :sigh:

My fave songs from Friday? Duh. Lights. Mainly cause I love the f-bomb a lot, especially with church camp girls standing next to me. That was win. Scared was equally amazing. And he busted out this song called Sugar Mama, which just made me giggle thinking about this post I wrote about Sam’s quest for a sugar mama. I’m guessing he’s still looking ladies! I’d volunteer, but I’m pretty sure you have to be rich to be a sugar mama, right? Damn it. He also sung a song written by his mom during the show. During an awkward silence before he started, I yelled out “moms rock!” Yes. That was me. Love me through it.

Overall, the show was major win, with the biggest flaw always being that it is too short. But I guess that is a sacrifice you have to make when opening for other musicians, which I will say, is a smart marketing move on Sam’s part. I’ve seen lots of positive tweets from Brooke Fraser fans on Sam over the past few days, and it’s all about growing the fan base, right?

Do I dare talk to you all about the “meet & greet”? Of course I will. Duh. That was the best part of the show.

So I only went through the line twice. Let’s all be amazed by this, cause you know how I am when I have a couple of beers in me. And apparently Sam does too, cause whilst talking to Two Shoes, Sam waved at me, then asked me if I was drunk. I shook my head no, and then he gave me “the look”, then I shook my head yes. Color me embarrassed.

I talked to Two Shoes for a bit while we waited, and while I apparently thought it was the first time we really met, he informed me otherwise. Via Twitter. Awesome. :facepalm:

@ShackofSoul we defs met in LA.. One can't forget you—
two.shoes (@twoshoesx) November 13, 2010

Alright, enter Sam. First things first, I had him sign the bazjillion things I bought at the merch stand, got my hug, and then took my picture. Which I love, thanks to Picnik’s 1960′s effect!

Love me and my hipster plaid!

Then whilst trying to turn off my camera, I managed to snap a shot of my chest. Sam leaned over and whispered, “I think you just took a picture of your cleavage.” And I pretty much died right there. Cause I did, well sort of. This was what happened…

My failed cleavage attempt. No worries. I got a better one later.

Gah. Embarrassing.

I walked away at that point and proceeded to wait on LiLi, who finally got there and then we got to the end of the line again (which luckily was the end, cause we needed some extra Sam time).

And then…. To be continued!

Hahahaha! LiLi is gonna spill the rest of what happened that night tomorrow.

What will you do till then?!? Duh. Enter to win your own autographed copy of Zuni! Read the instructions in yesterday’s blog and srsly, get entered.