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At about 8:00 in the morning during my summer vacation, the phone rang. Can you believe it?!? Who would be calling at 8 in the morning? I was not a happy camper and whoever was on the other end, was about to get an earfull! I slowly rolled over and picked up the phone. Half a second after I said hello, in one of the raspiest voices I had ever heard, my friend, Jackie, started screaming in my ear. She had heard on 104.3, the local oldies station, that The Monkees were going to be playing a concert at the Rosemont Horizon. My first question was "Who are the monkey's?" That comment sent her into another long speech which started with "I can't believe you would ask me a question like that!" She continued telling me about The Monkees and finished with "Maybe I can get tickets and we can go!" I wasn't actually paying attention, I was too tired. So I just mumbled something and hung up.
Later that day, I was suposed to go over to her house and go swimming. When I got there, my other friend was there and Jackie was already trying to convince us to try and win tickets. I wasn't very interested at the time but like an idiot, I told her that I might be able to get tickets from my uncle. After that, I got at least two phone calls a day hounding me about the tickets. By that time, I had started watching the show if I ran across it and there wasn't anything else on. I actually liked the show whenever I caught it. One show really sticks out in my head. It was really late and I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs and turned on VH1. The show was the one where the guys were being questioned for the teen magazine and then the magazine ended up not putting the real info into the magazine. Then when they went to get the awards they were doing the exact opposite of what was printed. I couldn't stop laughing. I was worried that I was going to wake up my parents because of how hard I was laughing.
Anyway, it turns out that my uncle couldn't get the tickets and my dad ended up calling the box office and getting us tickets in the 7th row center. I figured that I would get back at Jackie for all of those early morning phone calls and so I called at 8 in the morning telling her that I had finally gotten tickets. Odly enough, she was mad at me! :-) I told her when we would pick her up and we hung up. When we got to the Rosemont, we bought a program and found our seats. The concert was great, the guys were hillarious and Jackie and I had a blast. Jackie threw one of her rings on stage (someone gave Davy a sport bra with smiley faces on it) Jacie's ring landed right next to Micky's guitar. Another one of Jackie's rings ended up somewhere in the middle of the stage and Davy apperently put it on. I din't see it but she started screaming and hitting me on the shoulder to get my attention then she yelled that Davy had put on her ring. On the way home, we were listening to 104.3 and a lot of people were calling up to request Monkees songs. We both had such a great time and I ended up looking around on the web for Monkees sites and I bought some cd's and a few of the episodes. I now have nearly the whole collection of cd's and I have all of the episodes that are out on individual tape. I was also lucky enough to convince my parents to buy me the lunchbox. Well, that is the story of how I found the Monkees.
This is, Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, and Peter Tork. And Davy Jones and Micky Dolenz reminding you to save the Texas Prarie Chicken!
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