"I'm sorry," she said (in an incredibly un-sorry voice). "We have finished our regular seating."
"But you have tons of empty tables!!" screamed an over-40 woman wearing more makeup than I owned.
"Those are for our invited casino guests," the casino lady said in her go-home-you-loser-you-probably-only-play-the-quarter-slot-machine voice.
"What's an invited casino guest?" I asked my husband (who was incredibly thrilled to be there, by the way).
"Their high rollers, I guess," my husband said in his I-wish-I-was-watching-Sports-Center voice.
The woman in front of us turned around and shot daggers at the casino lady. "Does she really think a high roller is going to step away from the table to see David Cassidy? I'm staying in line."
I decided to wait in line, too, only to have my hopes dashed when the same mean Casino lady let almost everyone in front of me in, but stopped about 7 or 8 people in front of me. I felt like I was in a Seinfeld episode. My husband became Man of the Year right then, because he'd saved an amazing standing spot for me pretty close to the stage. I had to push past angry fans to get to him though, but it didn't matter. David was just a few yards away, singing "Point me in the Direction of Albuquerque".
My husband rolled his eyes when I sang along. "You think you're the number one David Cassidy stalker--I mean--fan?" He shakes his head hard and points to the tall blonde lady on the other side of him. (She was also singing along, but she was dancing, too--vigorously--and she kept yelling, "I love you, David!!). My husband tried to scoot away from her. "She keeps touching me," he said. "Maybe she thinks I'm David's brother. I kind of look like him, you know."
"No you don't," I said.
And at that very moment David Cassidy pointed right at me. Right as he was beginning "Echo Valley 26809".
But the absolute best thing--what I had been waiting for ever since I plastered my walls with his Tiger Beat photos--was when he sang, "I Think I Love You." I tried to rush the stage, but my husband held me back. I think I tore a hamstring.
It was definitely worth it.
"Guess what?" I said to my husband the next day. "Tom Jones is coming to town."
He bit his lip. "You're on your own for that one."