Geeze, nice to know y'all were hanging on my every word!

Actually, I just did four night shifts in a row so didn't have much time until now.
Okay - so there are four of us in the cab on the way to the Hard Rock Cafe. We were the last ones in cabs and the last ones to get to the restaurant, this was good as our table was near the doors of the room we were eating in.
All four of us decided that we were adult, professional women and we would handle ourselves with composure and elegance. This meant no drinking before meeting Steve. Lord knows we couldn't eat!
And then I look up and he's just outside the door. I am glancing casually in that direction, and then holy shit, they (Steve and some other guys - Tim? - I have no rememberance of anyone else standing there) walk over to
our table first! He introduces himself to my roommate Vanessa and says, "Hi, I'm Steve!"
(No shit, Sherlock! But I digress...)
Then he is introduced to me, says the same thing and shakes my hand! I am the epitome of cool (seriously!) and being a nurse, the very first thing I asked him was "How are you feeling?". Well, let me tell you. Steve looooves to talk. And boy, he started!

Said he had been so sick he couldn't believe it, in the hospital, etc. I think he would have talked to us all night, but the guys with him were supposed to keep him on track, so they introduced him to my other tablemate and, bless Donna's heart, she asked him about the Northridge earthquake!!! And he was off again! Whooo hoooo! Talked about how it woke him up out of a sound sleep and a dresser fell and he had a "big ol' scar" on his leg (no, he didn't show us. Damn! I am sure he spent probably five minutes with us, but it felt like much longer. You ask a question, Steve talks. A lot! I love it!
Then he had to go meet the other tables. But before he leaves, he walks around to the back of me and then there is a hand on my shoulder....oh, I kid you not!
I glanced over my right shoulder to see who it was and pretty much stopped breathing - it was Steve. He said something to the effect of, it was great meeting you all and stood there WITH HIS FREAKING HAND ON MY SHOULDER!
Now in the above photo, you will see the dress I was wearing. Do you think that I was wearing a tank top or a strapless dress? Oh no...miss I-love-my-shoulder-pads had to wear the damn dress that had them in it! No skin contact - I probably would have had a cardiac arrest if there were. This wasn't like shaking hands, that's different. HIS HAND WAS ON MY SHOULDER!!!!!
Thirteen years later I still get goosebumps!
Then he went on to meet everyone else. We were not allowed to ask for individual photos, so of course, being the good little girl I am, I did not ask for one. Two of my tourmates DID and they GOT them! See what happens when you follow the rules?
Steve was easy going, talkative and looked like he was enjoying himself.
But...that wasn't the end of the adventure. There were four or five people at the table right behind ours. Steve walked over and introduced himself and shook everyone's hand.
Get this - THEY WEREN'T WITH THE GROUP!
Please notice

Imaging sitting in a Hard Rock cafe, just having dinner and minding your own business and having Steve Perry walk up and start talking. Everyone got a laugh about that and I think he signed some stuff for them.
I'd have choked on my burger.
After he left our table, we giggled like schoolgirls, I swear. I thought I had died and gone to heaven and was going to wake up any minute.
We all exchanged addresses so that we could exchange photos later (remember this was before the fast internet we have today), which is how I got all of these. The one of Steve looking at me was just taken without me knowing it, so you can imagine my shock when I saw it.
My Journey roommate Vanessa thinks he's looking at HER. Ha! I beg to differ, I saw that look!
Next: the concert/soundcheck pics