So much goodness, so many words and too many places to start. I have to say, I unknowingly and exceedingly happily chose two diametrically opposed concerts as my live DwEEB initiation. Which means I got a whole lot of everything between the two shows.

Beginning with acoustic Ryan at the Square Room and full on band mode Ryan at Minglewood. I think he needs the band to really shine. That boy is nothing if not dramatic and having the band frees him up to glory himself all over the stage while acoustic Ryan keeps him tied to the guitar and the mic. But, it was fun to get to see both sides of the guy.

Now, on to the important stuff. Size. Of the venue people! Geez. The Square Room had a very small stage with no room to maneuver where the larger Minglewood stage provided lots of interaction amongst all of our burgeoning rockstars. More on that later. Kyle got his platform back at MW so he didn’t look like he was sitting at the kids' table at Thanksgiving dinner like he had at TSR. Although a lot of energy was radiated at TSR, it was magnified 10 times at MW. Wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen and experienced it.

Fashion Report. Best dressed list all around for Dave. We got the same jeans both nights – black with a lovely row of studs (hee I said studs) encouraging the eye to follow the sweet rounded curves. Nuf said. (Well, okay, more later.) At TSR we got a color coordinated black, graphic tee that said, " Make Cupcakes Not War" (and it was tasty) and the all too familiar black beanie. He was rockin the black clad home intruder look. Or maybe it was just the cool dude around town. Either way there was arm porn y’all, so it scored a whopping OMG!!! on my HawtDave OhMeter. He changed it up for MW (or dare I say for me?) and went for the fitted, plaid shirt with the flirty short, short sleeves (arm porn and tattoo y’all) along with the bare headed, shaggy, sweaty doo. Dark, dangerous Dave one night and easy, carefree Dave the next. Our boy’s a changeling.

Boys at play. There appeared to be technical difficulties at MW and the boys were all rotating (testing?) mics. Joey was at a mic in front of Kyle on Neal’s side (has that always been there or are they planning to add another band member?), Andy was at Joey’s usual mic and Neal was working Andy’s. All was done with lots of smiling. Not sure what it was all about but it was funny and they were certainly yukking it up. Dave did his now infamous whale spout at Kyle to kick off HFT but he also added a few extra baby spouts – squirt, squirt, squirt (looked like it was some kind of target practice). Poor Kyle was too busy drumming it up to be able to retaliate. Which, of course, gave Dave much delight as evidenced by the devilish, s*** eatin’ grin. We got NFT climbing on Kyle’s platform and playing the guitar behind his head. I’m just gonna assume it sounded as awesome as it looked because I couldn’t really hear what the hell he was playing. For all I know he could totally be f***ing with us and not playing anything at all. And then there was Joey hanging ten and landing on the beat, high kicking it and flashing the devil horns, which if you didn’t know, is the gesture that signifies everything that is rock. So sayeth Google. And, so sayeth Joey, apparently. And Andy. You would think he might be upstaged by so many scene stealing shenanigans but actually, he’s such a solid anchor, that you can’t forget or ignore him. I'm telling you, it's those quiet ones you've got to watch out for.

The Bob Fosse Report. We got Jumpin!Dave working those calves and thighs which seems to serve the purpose of putting him in the precocious HFT state of mind. Maybe that’s one of those techniques them there actors use to get into character. (Did you know he recently did some acting? Yeah, he’s more than happy to talk about it. And while his voice may be coyly telling you how “bad” he was, that expressive face is totally telling you how “goooooood” it was.) Then there was dancing Union Sans Jacks Dave. You might think this move would be less enticing without the enhancement of the Union Jacks. You would be wrong. Did I mention the studs? Yeah, they were quite the public service announcement. At one point, there was Dave up on the platform in a shadowy pose like he was Shirley MacLain in Sweet Charity arms raised high, ass gently swaying waiting for that perfect moment to start banging the f*** outta the drums along with Kyle. I think that might have been the culmination of Hot for Teacher? Who cares, really, cause it was smoking hot for me.

In the two nights I got a total of 17 different songs. Yeah, there was actually music and singing, which I occasionally noticed when not distracted by the pretty. I’m going to choose to believe Dave fulfilled my pre-concert song request by singing both Souvenir and WOHWWS (That’s two out of four, or three if you don’t count Let Go which we all know was a total pipe dream.). Souvenir is so heart poundingly good live. Great, driving, angry beat completely does the lyrics justice. And I know he sustained the lipstick red note into eternity just for me. Damn. Have I mentioned that I love that note? That moan in KOTN? Through the sound system? Let's just say there's lots of vibrating going on. The walls, the ears, the mind. I was completely satisfied with the BBsex at TSR until I found out that it was only foreplay. Wow, did MW have some spectacular guitarsex. I’m pretty sure it was as good for me as it was for them! Although, what with the deep lingering looks into each others’ eyes, NFT’s lolling tongue and Dave’s disappearance into his own private, guitar strumming world I could be very, very wrong about that. I just know we were ALL hot and sweaty by the end of it.

Can’t wait to watch all the videos to relive the weekend. I know there’s a lot I’m forgetting. Oh, like Dave’s ability to get free drinks. He’s as successful as the boobtastic bimbo who sexily sidles up to the unsuspecting doofus at the bar. Yes, Dave has us wrapped around his finger and we pay for it in beer. And then just like he did at the end of the show at MW, Dave gives us tongue and we know the experience was mutual. Or that we wore something mutual. Or slutty.

Finally, I must report that I was a very well trained squeegurl and not a baduber fan. I knew where the guys were staying and was DARED by the oh so INNOCENT seeming MsDarcy to go to their floor and scream David down the hallway. I am happy to report that I declined (The fact that no reward was specified had NOTHING to do with it). I did, however, strike up a friendly conversation with Joey on an elevator while soaking wet and carrying a soggy slice of pizza. Why no, he didn’t scurry off as soon as the doors slid open. Why do you ask?