It Had To Be Done Part 2

Well this is my last post and then you won’t hear me talk about the biker rally anymore. 😦

Waking up Saturday morning after laying in the tent all night was interesting. One of the things that I knew would happen is that we’d all get up at once because anytime any one of us moved the air mattress went up and down with their movements. It also started to storm around 4am so that also woke us up too. One of our camping neighbors gave us this huge pink trash bag to put over my wheelchair in case it did rain last night. My dad ended up getting up a little bit after the storm had started because he wanted to know how long it would actually last and he put all of the bikes under the second canopy, also got breakfast from one of the venues down by the stage.  We decided to let my dad take me out of the tent this time and that ended up being a little easier than putting me in there the night before. I ate a little bit of what was on dad’s plate and regrouped. I was definitely ready for round two, but my dad kind of wasn’t and he wanted to go home and regroup there. So we ended up going home a little bit after that and I was growing a bit concerned because my mom and I really wanted to cone back that night to see Warrant but it was up in the air.

In a way, dad had the right idea. There wasn’t much to do in the day but walk around and it was gradually going to get hotter as the day went on, so I understood that and when we got home. ChiChi was so happy to see us even though I’m pretty sure she was loving sleeping in my parent’s bed by herself in the pink blanket. When I got on my bed, I laid out on my stomach for a few seconds to relax my back and hips. I actually missed my bed. I’m not going to lie, I really did. We ended up swinging by Burger King on our way home and I got French Toast sticks for breakfast while my parents got Whoppers and onion rings, trust me at this point of time all three smells were heavenly in the car. When we got home, I ate and then I tried to figure out how to start my first installment of talking about how the start of my weekend and I could NOT find my words on how to start it. I think I tried like ten times in different ways but nothing wanted to mesh and generate sentences. Even when our actual neighbors came back to get changed and more stuff to bring up there, they came over and Sammy sat on my bed and I was like, “I’ve tried to figure it out but nothing will come together.” She was hoping that we’d go back that night too. She knew how much I wanted to, and literally after they left we started loading up our stuff and went back there.

This time getting up there wasn’t so bad but there were a LOT more people there and a LOT more bikes than the night before. It was a bit difficult to get around in the car but thankfully everybody was still respectable when I was getting around in the wheelchair. I hung out by the tent less than the day before. Which was fine by me because I had a full battery on both my chair and my phone. So this time I was ready for the day and night. Getting through the crowd up the stage was pretty easy but I definitely felt a lot shorter in the sea of all these people around me, thank god they were all nice! When the last band was done, we went back up the hill and I stayed up there with Sammy and Alex while the grill heated up. Sammy feed me a raspberry jello shot and that was basically the only alcohol I had in the last two days and that was okay for all of us. When my parents were ready to go to bed, my dad put me in the tent and it was pretty hilarious considering he grabbed me got down on his hills and basically tossed me on the side up against the side of the tent. Apparently I kept kicking him the night before but it was really him doing the kicking, since his legs were twitching up a storm. We all agreed that we got more sleep and were comfortable in our original positions Friday night than Saturday night. Because when we got up that morning, something in our bodies was either hurting like a bitch or cold as hell. That was my problem, usually my Transformers is pretty good on making me warm but since I was on the side, I was getting drafts all over the place.

Now to explain the title of these posts. Two of dad’s friends Terry and Vern didn’t have a tent to sleep in that night and so they slept on the chairs next to the fire. Well, in the middle of the night Terry said he started to feel the whole part moving and found Vern doing something to one of the cup holders on the chairs and I guess broke it and he kept saying as they both were telling the story that morning, “it had to be done” even though we were a bit lost on what actually had to be done, I thought “hey, that’s a good title” and then from there the sentences started to form and I didn’t have a notebook on me to get started on it. So I had to wait a few hours. A little bit later, dad started to pack up things, Mama woke up from her slumber and we headed home for good, but this time I was happy to go home and stay there. Even though I had a great time and I heard my mom talking to their friends, “you know she won’t let us go by ourselves now.” And I could not stop myself and shouted, “nope.” I definitely will not let that happen. The next one is in October and I’m really hoping I get to go to that one since it close to my birthday. I heard that one can get pretty crazy too. Mama said Plummer is pretty mild compared to both Boogie and Hog Rock. I got through this, now I want more!




The ONE Metallica Tribute band got a picture with me after their concert Friday night. Sadly, the lighting was bad but I tried to edit it up and this is as good as it got but that's okay with me!
The ONE Metallica Tribute band got a picture with me after their concert Friday night. Sadly, the lighting was bad but I tried to edit it up and this is as good as it got but that’s okay with me!

Rock Show At Plummer River Rally

“Little girl, there you are.
All the lighters looking just like stars.
Sing along, feel the sound.
Take a ride on the hands of the crowd.
Here it comes, the moment when you know you’ll never be the same again.
Power chord, see the light.
You found your place in the world tonight.

At the rock show.
You’ll be right in the front row.
Heart and soul, they both know.
It’s where we gotta be.
Yeah, at the rock show.
Getting high on the solo.
So what if it’s crazy.
That’s gonna be me.” – Halestorm

If you heard my first post and found out that I totally skipped out on talking about the awesome concerts at the rally, I didn’t. I wanted to do something separate because for both nights I kept having one song playing through my head because well, it was fitting to how everything was working out for us as far as getting a good seat to watch everything happen on stage. Friday’s festivities included watching a band called 100 Proof, that played from 6:30 to 8pm. We got to their set late because I was still enjoying it though because it was good music, even though I was having trouble getting my eyes away from the awesome looking guitars. I have a weakness for guitars and I didn’t know I did until I started watching them. When we got up there, my friend Sammy asked me if I wanted to go up by the stage, I didn’t hesitate I nodded my head “yes” and she guided up there to the stage and I began to feel at one with the music. It was weird to be that close and feel your chest like it’s about to cave in and my wheelchair was slightly moving with strum of the guitars and bump of the drums. It was heaven.

Sammy stayed on my left, her boyfriend stayed behind her, my mom was behind me, and Mama was on my right side. I had my own little security guards around and trust me, I began to be thankful of this act of kindness later on in the night. I’ll explain that later. There was this nice lady that I think her name was Missy that was so sweet to me that she actually talked to me and my mom and asked questions about my disability. Surprisingly, not a lot of people really asked questions about my arms and/or feet, not to me at least. After the band finished the singer was out throwing beads to the women in the crowd. This lady Missy got the singer to not only throw the beads in his hands to her but also managed to talk him into getting a picture with me too. When he got off stage, he took a picture with me and even gave me a guitar pick and when my mom put the pick in between my toes he looked at me and said I should learn how to play guitar with it. After he left, my mom tried to take the pick and put it on my pinky finger because it had a small hole in the middle of it but it was too small for my finger. Which was interesting because it’s usually the opposite.



At 8pm, we had ourselves a good ole time. Mama and Sammy were talking about when we were discussing about the bands that were performing that night, that we should check out Bag Lady Sue. My mom and I thought it was a band and then I thought it was a weird name, but then after the first concert was over with, it was time for Bag Lady Sue and oh my god! I don’t know I’ve ever been so happy that both of my folks were behind me and not in front of me or besides me because her act was very prerogative, but nevertheless absolutely hilarious. I told my friend Sammy that it was just a little bit weird for me because I was understanding a lot of the stuff she was saying and in the back of my head, I was thinking I wonder what my dad thinks of me hearing all of this. Like Mama said, it ain’t like I’ve never heard of any of the stuff she was saying. I had the sex talk a few years ago and I definitely know more back then especially when she starting talking about bondage and stuff, it was like a mixture of embarrassment and my stomach hurt from laughing so much. The act was just different, especially since she started off in this old women get up first, kept getting drunk with the crowd as they were giving her all kinds of alcohol and then slowly undressed in front of us. She was amazingly sweet and totally somebody that I would go see about a hundred times. On Saturday, she came back and did her act again and I got to meet her. She signed she asked me how I spelled my name and signed a picture and T-shirt for me. She immediately leaned down and gave me a hug and when she found out I did things with my feet, she kissed my left foot three times and then signed it. That has never happened before in my life!

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This nice couple a few tents/campers over from us and one of the first people we met on that first day, made these awesome balloon hats. It was a little weird because Sammy came up to us while we were in line to meet for Bag Lady Sue and I heard something about somebody wanting to borrow me. As soon as we got done with meeting her, this sweet couple Larry and Barb came up to us and put this very large but awesome balloon hat that I actually like, I wouldn’t be surprised if it freaked the shit out of me in the next few nights, but that’s okay! I’d share the one with Barb and I but I don’t know how she’d feel about being on my blog at the moment. If I hear anything, I’ll post it later in the week as an extra picture. After this I ended up going back up to camp and one of our other neighbors talked to my parents and somehow gave me one of his necklaces. Mama and Sammy actually brought a baggie of their beads that they’ve gotten from other rallies and they reuse them (which is smart) and let me wear two of the purple ones and a red one too. I ended up getting another blue necklaces during the concert Saturday night from another woman in the crowd. I’ve just got to say I’m pretty happy I had all these beads and I didn’t even have to take off my shirt to get them.


Around 10:30, as the last second to last band of Friday night was finishing, the air started to get very cool. We knew that we had a chance of rain/storms after midnight. Mama ended up having to tell me that we needed to go back up to the camp as we were set up on a hill and the grasses gets very slick when its wet. Of course, I didn’t want to go but before we left I kept thinking in my head of being optimistic and picking my battles so I went back up to the canopy. We stayed up there for several minutes, put on sweatshirts and jackets on before my mom decided that we were going to go back down there as the rain was skipping us. We got down there in the middle of sexy body contest, it was the guys turn. It was down to last three guys and I was just feeling a bit uncomfortable but yet so glad that it was my mom that went down there to the stage with me and not my dad. We had another band come up, I don’t remember what they were called but I could not take my eyes off their guitarist. Dear lord, he was SEXY! Everybody thought the singer was hot, and here I was about to go insane over this dude. Too bad we couldn’t get a good enough picture of him while we were at it.


After it was over, it was time for the ONE Metallica tribute band to start. I, of course didn’t know what to expect but I was hoping my neck was going to be on my good side as it was already hurting after the first two bands of the night. I’m also not that big of a Metallica fan either. My mom and dad have tried, hell even I’ve tried to listen to them. I think the songs I did enjoy hearing were “Fade To Black,”  “Master Of Puppets,” The Memory Remains,” and of course “Enter Sandman.” Nothing could really be out of ordinary until they came out and I thought I was going to melt into a puddle right there. The bassist did the growls and I was hooked instantly, even if I didn’t know the words of the songs I still enjoyed it. My neck got on my nerves but thank god for headrests. I kept having to lean back into it but then I started to wonder if the headrest was the reason why it was hurting in the first place. Anyways, these guys were genuinely sweet guys. The stage was pretty large, it had a half round part to it where the three of them could get up close with us and this proved to be a good thing for me as the lead singer Shane came around and did his solos over by me FOUR times. They hadn’t been on stage for probably 15 minutes and when they got into the third song, I had my little pack of people around me again and the lead singer sat on the edge of the stage so I could watch him do the solo and then gave me a guitar pick that he used during the solo. They all stood above me at one point of their performance and then some towards the middle of it the drummer gave me his drum and then some crazy dude decided he wanted to go crowd surfing right by us and I didn’t even know what was going on at first all I saw was a bunch of hands over my head and Sammy completely my view of the right side. I didn’t freak out or anything but I was for sure the dude was going to fall backwards but he didn’t. Thank god they tossed him to the other side.




On Saturday night, we heard another band before the main band of the night and why the park drastically got bigger from the day before Warrant came on. They actually did two songs that I knew and the weird part it took me a bit to figure out what song they were doing and then it dawned me and I could not control myself, my poor mom was thankfully behind me only because there was a topless woman besides me on the left side. Both women were extremely nice despite that and surprisingly I was actually comfortable sitting right beside her until she kept drinking more and more, then she turned into a huge pain the ass and her boyfriend or husband wasn’t helping out at all. Anyways, the song that they played I knew was My Darkest Days’ “Porn Star Dancing” and there was a dude with some gnarly sideburns or a beard, who knows what the hell it was. He did Ludacris rapping. I was utterly impressed and then they did “Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy” a couple of songs afterwards and sadly I only knew the chorus to it. After they left we had another sexy body contest and it was the boys turn again, this time we got to see the whole thing and it was much more enjoyable this time because I knew what was going to happen but I did not think it would happen right front of me and the poor dude fell right in between the space between the stage and the wooden part were the security and photographers walked around, he was again he got up again and was still crazy as ever. Unfortunately he didn’t win and I thought that was bullshit because we were loud as crap for him too. At 11pm, and some technical difficulties with the mics, Warrant came out and I was less than pleased. So was my mom, the singer was good and they sounded good but they weren’t very open with the crowd I thought. I only knew the last song they played and it was “Cheery Pie” and I did enjoy hearing that, but other than that it wasn’t all that good, plus it was a short set too. They started at 11pm and ended at midnight. What the hell? So that was my first little concert review for you.