Oh, one other that is not direct, but pretty close, we have maids that come once a week, and one week my Monkee CD's were on the floor (I still can't believe that!) (I must have been sick or something that day) and when I got home one of them said 'oh I notice that you like the Monkees! well a few years ago, I cleaned for one of them' well... you can imagine my general reaction:

WHAT?!?!?!?!???!?!? WHICH ONE?!??! WHERE?!?!? CAN YOU GET ME HIS NUMBER?!!?!?!?!??! WAS HE DROP DEAD GORGEOUS?!?!?!!!?!?!

err... well so it turned out to be Mike. When he lived for a few weeks in the area (I did not know that) and she cleaned for him at his condo. *yipes*

My Monkee Experiences

yes, I admit it. I have had two Monkee brushes. Both with Davy. I live in Texas, and Davy almost never comes here. (hey but Mike does!) So, I found his address, and sent him two letters. About six months apart. I was too stupid to think to include a stamped and addressed evelope for him. (duhhhh) I guess the thought of Davy seeing something that I touched (for several hours) excited me too much to think clearly. And so, a few weeks after I sent my second one, I had just gotten back from a vacation. We were leaving the house, and just dropped by the mailbox. Mom carelessly handed me a postcard... and I thought 'hmmm... I never get postcards. I wonder if someone is visiting somewhere or what?' (once again: duhhhhhh) So I looked down at it. Semi-familiar handwriting, but it didn't look like either of the people I write. So I looked at the signature... and my life has never been the same since. A completely hand written, even hand addressed, postcard, from Davy Jones himself... to ME!!!!! It says:

Josie,

 Hope your doing great

Have fun

Work hard

Love ya

David Jones

Sept. 7th 10 pm A&E

EEEEKS! So I'm staring down at this gorgeous thing, and finally squeak out to my mother 'i-i-i-i-its f-f-f-from Davy.' and she giggles (the evil woman ) And said "yes I know" So, I did the perfectly obvious thing to do: I burst into tears. Ok... so lets not go into gory details, that was one of the greatest days of my life. I practically yelled it out the car window.

Monkee/Davy meeting #2. The Euless Tx concert. well, Euless is a LONG way away. But when I read that it said "Euless Tx" I knew I just HAD to go. But its practically on the other side of the state! so I begged and pleaded and sobbed, well you get the idea. And mom said if I got to X amount of weight, (no I am not perfect) by X date, that we could go!!!! So, for two months I err... Ok I adore Davy. I really do. I adore all the Monkees, but, I love food too. And I'm not in the greatest of shape, BUT! I did go. I got like two pounds or something from the goal and mom bought the premium seats. We were set! Well, I naturally didn't sleep the best the night before, and I kept agonizing what to wear! I mean, what if he saw me!!!! I couldn't be looking like junk and seeing the love of my life! So finally, I figured it out, and we went. About a 8-9 hour car drive. VERY long when you know that before you go to sleep again, you will have seen Davy. So, we got to the hotel a million years later, and we left early, because it looked like rain and we wanted 'panchos'. Mom decided she wanted to see if she could find it. But by the time we found it, it was like an hour (or an hour and a half) before the gates opened, and we were both pretty anxious. so we went and stood in line for forever, and it was then that I found out... that *sob* I had missed a book signing!!!  so I managed to keep from sobbing and making an idiot of myself right there. After another forever and three quarters, we got to go to our seats. Well, it was a first come-first serve basis. And we were some of the first to come. Therefore, I was on the front row.. second seat to the middle.  (envy me, I know you do) And so, we saw Sam The Sham, and the Boxtops, and I would have REALLY enjoyed it, if they were not just between me and my darling. And some guy proposed to his girlfriend, and if he had proposed AFTER Davy, then I would have wished him a long and happy  marraige, but as it was, I... err... didn't. So then, after three months of waiting, he came on stage. Words cannot describe... my feelings. But I certainly tried to with non-stop screaming.  Yes, I admit it, I broke the sound barrier. Everyone within 20 miles heard me. It rained once during his concert (or so I am told... I don't remember any rain!) and I *know* he looked at me twice. But, the best part came, when he was singing 'I'm a Believer' when he sang the chorus, they would turn up the lights on the audience, and there I was, front and center, screaming my guts out. So... HE WAVED AT ME!!!!! He waved at smiled... AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh* so anyway Three Dog Night came on and we left. Those are my Davy/Monkee experiences. *bow*