The anticipation is making me kinda sick.

In one week and one day I'll be driving to L.A., with the knowledge of what was played at Palladium and Henry Fonda.

I followed the NYC shows live & will likely do the same for Chicago is this week...*heart palpitations*

I believe L.A. will be the sickest of all three cities if for no other reason than it will be the Last of the Last. *squish, squish*

I'm planning on bringing my camera but debating on whether or not that's really a good idea- I don't want it to get hurt or stolen, after all. She's my baby. Having said that, I want to be in the pit so badly that I'm trying to work out how to sleep on the sidewalk with like-minded friendly folk just to have a chance to be one of the first ones in.

Torn: pit or photo ops?

I think: if something happens like last night- Peter Murphy hanging upside down by his feet like a bat (!!?!!) - I would never forgive myself for not having a camera on me.

Like everything else, I guess I'll feel it out when I get there. My gut usually doesn't let me down.