TOUCH ME AGAIN FOR THE WORDS THAT YOU WILL HEAR EVERMORE

Holy. Effing. Amazingballs. I have loved Metallica since I was 10 years old. On Saturday night I was out drinking with them til 3 am. End of story. I couldn't even bring myself to speak to James and Kirk and Rob because I was too shy and fangirl embarrassed. I just gawked, and accepted Lars' apology when he and Sune got too into the Danish speaking manlove as we rode to the aftershow. One of the best nights of my life. (And once again I managed to frighten myself by being inexplicably drawn to/fascinated by the cluster of Hells Angels at the gig. I think I've watched too many 60s documentaries).