Ben Folds at the Borgata in Atlantic City

I had a blast in AC. Ben’s been hanging with his family so me and Jared and Lindsey went to the Steel Pier and got hooked up on free rides. The guys that run that place are real nice.
We rode go-karts and I kicked ass until this young guy grabbed his chest inside his car. He looked about 12. I think he was okay but it was a real scare. I felt bad for his dad. I can’t imagine how bad it sucks to see your kid hurt like that.
Then, me and Jared rode the Rocket. That ride’s bad ass. It shoots you 200 feet in the air and its hard to process your bearings, so its a true thrill ride and not a “nod” to thrill rides.
We went to get dinner at the ac bar and grill where lobster is cheap and the beer is delicious. I got a bloody mary there once and they put Old Bay seasoning in it. It didn’t work like I wanted.
But enough about ruining myself.
Ben Lee kicked ass. Rufus Wainright did the same. He brought his sister out to do “Hallelujah” with him and they became a couple of angels. Sweet, sweet angels.
Ben’s amazing at what he does. He’s got the magic. And Jared and Lindsey are tight. So, getting to sit in with them is just as tremendous as it sounds. I was really nervous and paced constantly, waiting. And when it was almost time, I rocked back and forth, going over pieces of the song. And when Ben introduced me, I ran on stage (I’m not a graceful runner), sang “Keep Your Hands of My Woman” with them, and was too nervous to stay for the applause, and ran off stage as soon as I was done.
It was too quick to savour. I enjoyed myself fully and knew what was happening but still, I should have savoured it more, unlike a child eating a porterhouse.
Yet, believe you me, I can still taste how bad ass it was to sing for Ben Folds.