Happy first 2013 weekend...

Hi Steve,

I won't be around this weekend, since I'll be taking off tomorrow for DC.  It's our Camp Reunion party! YAY!  Only 5 more months until CAMPITY CAMP CAMP!!

Try not to miss me too much. SMOOCH!!

Today on Facebook....the first thing is, everybody is wishing you a happy birthday.  Now, maybe I'm just slow or something, but I thought your birthday was January 22?  Did that CHANGE somewhere, and perhaps I didn't get the memo or something?!  I don't know why they would be all crazy and gaggly about it NOW, when it's only January 3rd.  Seems odd to me.  Pete said, "Maybe they think that, by being FIRST to wish him a happy birthday, he'll show up on a white horse and ride off with them into the sunset."  HA!!!!  Well then, if that's the case, DAMMIT MAN, I am the first bimbo with a BLOG written solely for YOU, to wish you a Happy Birthday!!! WOO HOOO!!!!  I win!!!  Now get that scrawny butt of yours over here! hehehehehehe

Secondly, someone else wrote, "If you were to meet Steve Perry, what would you look at first?"  And someone answered, "His naughty bits."  Well, ya know, I always thought those things were usually CLOTHED when you are in public, so my answer was as honest as it could be...."I have met him twice, and his eyes were mesmerizing...and that hair, at the time, was long, shiny, and when I hugged him...very soft." Mmmmmmm, yessss, I will never forget the feel of your hair and that glint in your eyes....those sexy eyes....mmmmm....and that hug, well, I'll never forget that hug. Ever.

Somehow the whole conversation went to "I wonder if he likes girls with tattoos and nose rings?" and then, "What cologne does he wear, I wonder, I've heard he smells really good!" and then it turned to, "I'd turn him around, tell him to walk away, just so I could look at his butt."

LOL.....these women are nutballs.  I love 'em dearly.  They make me chuckle every day.  I mean, hey, I'm kinda nutballish myself, you know, sitting here day after day, writing to a man who probably never reads the damned thing.  But it's really a type of journal, to be honest, with or without YOUR silly butt. You just become the person I'm writing to, which makes it easier to write it.  Kinda like Anne Frank wrote to "Kitty," her diary.  Same idea.  But, you're real.  And very, VERY elusive.  Therefore, you are a challenge.  So my challenge is not only to record my thoughts, and my daily life, and other nuggets of genius---ahem---but to also pique your curiosity to the point where, you become strangely addicted and simply CAN'T STOP READING IT EVERY DAY!!! MMmmmuuuuhahahahahaha!!!

I did mention that I have moments of nutballishness, didn't I?! Well, there ya go.

I don't THINK my nutballishness is as bad as some women out there, though.  I mean, sure, you're cool and all.  Every once in awhile.  But really, you put your jeans on one leg at a time just like everybody else.  You're an imperfect human.  I do not put you high up on a pedestal like many other fans do.  You're just another idiot man in the world, who happens to have a nice voice.

*WINK*  (I say "idiot" only with love).

Somebody ELSE on Facebook started a "Happy Birthday Steve Perry" Facebook page...and invited people to an "event," (including me), which OF COURSE I couldn't turn down...I mean, come on, I gotta get in on the fun of watching middle-aged women go completely ape-shit gaga over you!!!  hehehehehe  I typically just observe, mostly.  On occasion I will chime in with a practical or realistic view of something that they are going totally overboard about.  That's just how I roll.

The chick who started this page specifically asked the people she invited NOT to invite 2 different women that she apparently hates.  However, you KNOW someone is gonna DO IT if you ask them NOT to!!!  That's just human nature (ie. Adam and Eve eating apples in the Garden of Eden).  And, sure enough, predictably, someone DID invite one of them, so now she's all pissed and threatening to cancel the page completely.

I avoid the drama that surrounds you, like the plague.  I have no interest in it whatsoever.

My question to you, regarding all of these daily things on Facebook----how the hell do you DEAL with all that bizarre attention, all the time?!   I mean, I have seen picture after picture of you posted on Facebook, at various stages in your life, on stage, with or without a shirt, with or without sideburns, with or without a bulge in your jeans---they just post picture after picture of you, non-stop, all day long.  Another chick writes fiction STORIES that have some romance in them, with YOU as the main character.  Other people make "meme's" with you in them and circulate them around the internet.  Still others create youtube videos OF you, as gifts TO you.  I mean, wow, if somebody made a video of ME, as a GIFT to ME, well, that would be very weird.  I mean, how narcissistic do they think you are?!

Wouldn't you rather get a "gift" of a video of some sexy chick singing to you, or doing a strip tease or something?!  Sheesh.  "Hey look Steve, here's a video of YOU, from your PAST performances with JOURNEY, that anyone who is a real fan KNOWS without a shadow of a doubt that it still HURTS YOU to watch and think about......so yeah, I really hope you like my video!"

Good GOD.  Seriously?!  Wow.

Hey, I'm not trying to bash anybody, I think admiration and dedication and loyalty and love is nice.  But there really has to be some kind of LIMIT to it, that doesn't go over the line of being inappropriate. I know, I know, who the hell am I to say what is "appropriate," when my idea of a fun New Years' Eve is being wrapped in ROPE?!  (Yeah well, shaddap man, that's my happy naughty fun)!  I do have a sense of right and wrong, and common sense too, though.  I'm also more mature than my 44 years. That's what happens when you hang out with Holocaust Survivors for so many years.  You get wise.

I would like to give you something you don't already have.  So, I figured a blog might be fun.  Doesn't cost me anything, doesn't talk back or give me grief, it's just me, myself and I, blabbing about silly things to someone who probably doesn't even sit on the internet at all.  It's harmless.  It's not "attention whorish," and it's something I felt might be at least a LITTLE bit intriguing to you, if you ever DID happen to stumble on it someday.  It might be FUN for you to peek into somebody else's life for a little while, maybe even give you a voyeur kind of excitement.  I guess you could say I am giving YOU an "Escape," just like you gave ME one many years ago.  Ya know?!   It's not perfect.  It's not even thrilling.  It might be boring as fuck.  But, sometimes I write some juicy shit about BDSM and sex.  You just never KNOW what I might write about.

I do know that over 13,000 people have been reading this damned thing.  It still freaks me out.  Why do you people read it?!!  Do you really think it's going to be something HE sits here writing to the general public, or is it a mistaken Google search that leaves you feeling annoyed and disgusted, because it's just some lame middle-aged fat chick from Pittsburgh writing TO you?  Either way, it's a bummer for you guys, really, and I feel badly for it.  I don't mind of STEVE is a captive audience---that's the whole point---but the general public doesn't have to be.  I don't really write this for anyone else but me and Steve---who, in my imagination, reads every word and sits on the edge of his seat, waiting for my next letter every day, watching the clock, counting down from Eastern Standard time in hopes that something will happen on the blog before he goes to bed all alone and sad.....

HA!!!  But I digress.

Steve Perry is just a retired old dude, who used to like performing in a rock band.  He's not a god.  He's not going to change your life.  He doesn't have a white steed that he's going to ride in on and take you away into the sunset.  He's not Fabio on a Harlequin Romance book cover.  He's just a guy who sang a lot of awesome songs once, but who truly doesn't want to do it anymore.  He just wants to be left alone, live his life peacefully, and enjoy the things he never had a chance to enjoy when he was younger.  The man is in his mid-60's.  He just wants to go to ball games.  He just wants to go to museums.  He just wants to see movies.  He just wants to go to Disneyland.  He might even like to read books.  All the silly, mindless, mundane entertainment crap that you and I do all the time, he never got the chance to do while he was touring the world so much.

Life kinda passed him by, for a long time.  Just let him live it in peace now.

Simple as that.

Love ya, my favorite sexy troubadour.

Talk to you after the weekend, with some more juicy stories of my wild and naughty lifestyle, to get you addicted to my words of wanton wit and whim.

Love, your favorite fan who doesn't act all nutballish about you, (at least not ALL the time),

---Rebecca