*cue Squee-age times about 10000000000000*
Let me just tell you, my
face hurt from smiling so much. Literally
hurt. Because, my dearest flist,
I SAW DAVID CAMPBELL. Yes, I do realise 99.9% of you have
no idea who he is, but you just need to know I HEART HIM SO MUCH AND HIS CUTE LITTLE HUSKY SHOUTING SINGING. Seriously. You can catch up on my past obsessing
here. My little obsession is slightly weird but it is
not as bad as it could be. Seriously. Ask Fern. All the middle-aged ladies who like him are
fucking crazy.
Um. ANYWAY. Last night in the wine district of Perth - The Swan Valley, Houghten Wineries was having a Jazz evening, and along with some swing bands and the Western Australian Youth Jazz Orchestra (the little boys were perved on by Fern, of course, more on that later) the main event was that David Campbell would be performing. Ah! You may (but probably not) remember me squealing when he was going to perform at the shopping centre I work at last year...but then couldn't attend because I was working and
itzaimster was going to get photos for me? But then he just WAS NOT ANYWHERE she could find him? Anyway. I have been just...
waiting. It was also itzaimster who found out about this jazz festival and sent me the flyer! SHE WINS. Anyway. I kept forgetting about it until Thursday. The concert was on Saturday. And I had just spent all my money. Bad Lauren! Anyway. Luckily
_katttttt_ said she would come with me!
The most important part of this story?
I MET HIM AND HAD A PHOTO! AND AN AUTOGRAPH! AND A KISS ON MY CHEEK. Seriously. We were also right at the front of the barrier when he came on, and these...
fannish middle-aged women were next to us and SCREAMING and he came up at two separate moments during the show to give them a kiss on the cheek....and the second time he stood RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME to lean over the barrier and
dude, my
hands were there. As was his crotch. My hands moved away quickly. I'm obsessive - but only
not in front of the person. Me + celebrities = EMBARRASSMENT. Anyway. *cough*. In my defence, Fern spent the whole night staring at one of the schoolboy jazz players (okay, so he would have been about 16/17) and
lusting after him. He did look a bit like Michael Vartan with brown hair. And, um, young. Earlier in the day we also spent our time eyeing one of the security guards.

I may have been SMILING UNTIL MY FACE BROKE OFF. Also, face touching! Not my best picture, but!!! DAVID CAMPBELL PEOPLE. HELLO.