Davy Jones, that adorable little Monkee that makes every girl's heart melt. Yeah, right. ;P In the summer of 2006, Kaity and I went to see him twice, two nights in a row, at the Mohegan Sun. According to Kaity, the first night of concerts was, "the day she fell in love with Davy". Kaity spent most of her life disliking Davy with an disturbingly obsessive passion, until, one day, she decided she was in love with him. That day was this day. I'm deeply moved, as you can tell *COUGH*. But, I have to remain apathetic about Davy, or I will be called a Davy Jones fan, a fate I can not endure *VERYEVILGRIN*. We had a great time, even after I fell down an entire flight of stairs the first night before we even got to the concert, and after I accidently spilled half a pint of beer all over the stage... The best time, however, was the night inbetween the concerts, when we got to spend the night with one of my favorite people in the world. :)

A photo I took of Davy on stage. Well, obviously. Getting Davy to pose for photos is not hard. Getting the shutter release on your camera to snap at the exact moment of his posing is. So he looks kind of, you know, awkward. Everytime I went up to the stage Davy would draw attention to me, by catcalling or something, which was lovely and *very* embarrassing. So, everytime I wanted to take a photo of him, I had to risk this. So, there's not a lot of photos of him... for this reason... Nice job Davy.

Another glamourous photo of Davy Jones. What a man *LMAO*.

This is Kaity and I on the first night. The flash majorly washed out my face, not so bad with Kaity's, and I really can't correct it even in Photoshop and/or I've stopped caring about light correcting photos.

This one, as you can tell, was definitely inspired by one of Davy's lovely thoughts/comments he was making to me on stage. The funny thing is, I think it's not my only photo of him sticking his tongue out.

Kaity on the first night, with the Davy lovebeads. Most of the photos were taken the first night, because we were... really hung over the second night.

After the concert, Davy didn't do any autograph signing/meet-and-greet after the show. But Kaity and I were hanging around the Mohegan Sun, and we ran into him in the casino later that night. In fact, Kaity spotted him across the room, I never thought we'd find him honestly. He looked VERY tired, and perhaps under the influence of something [no comment], so please, the look on his face is not due to us. He already looked that way [no offense Davy]. He was probably ready to call it a night, but he saw us across the room, and we saw him and he stopped and waited for us to come over to him. He was very nice to us, but as I said... Very... tired... yeah, that's it, "tired"...

As you can tell, the marriage between Davy and I will never work out, because I am too tall and could probably beat him up. And this is a scary, scary photo. I don't know who looks worse. But, as I said, not my fault... ;) LOL. Although I was a little tipsey when I saw him. Perhaps a bad combination. I need to stop being photographed when I'm drunk. Davy looks tiny in my grip. Oh, Davy. I will not torture you much. Yeah, Davy. Oh Davy. I kissed Davy. Yea.

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