| So it was all over. I couldn't help but feel sad but every one was giving me pats on the back, lots of hugs and cheering. I still really wanted that photo of Shirley and I but I had no flim left. My spear flim was in the pocket of my jacket, which was in my friend's car. I got my jacket reloaded my camera and power walked around the back of the Metro where Shirley had gone in. Butch, Duke and Steve came out and singed autographs and had photos taken with us. We waited until 2.15am and Shirley hadn't come out so we all gave up. Garbage at the Metro was the greatest gig that I had ever been too and I am now saving up to see garbage over seas due to the fact that I really want to see them again and I can't see them coming back to Australia. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. *emz* |