He said if he didn't take that friend, then KROQ would change names, and he wouldn't get to go. He said he had bad news, that a non-CA friend won and gave KROQ his name. *On Tue 5/26, I heard one winner on the radio say he was 'Roman from Inglewood.' Roman Gokhman is from Concord. *Roman refused to give me his cell phone number, which was very suspicious since I told him I do not have Internet on my phone (so how would I reach him if I won and was not online). (I wondered why his wife would be on the trip if he wasn't planning to take her, but I figured she's not as big a fan as I am and would watch the babies at the hotel, allowing him to increase his chances for a win.) *After lunch, before Roman returned to work, he suggested that we make a pact to try and win tickets together. I said I might take her place if I could. He invited Ximena to come along, albeit she already had a flight booked back to Germany. *As we were in line to order lunch, Roman announced his plans to leave for LA with his family early on Mon 5/25. Roman and I agreed that we would take breaks during lunch to call KROQ. I asked them both if I could join, and they both said of course. He's someone I've known for years I went to his wedding. *On Thu 5/21, I saw on FB that she was going to lunch with Roman near my apartment.

We said we would get together in the next few days. I walked her to the hostel where she was staying, only a few blocks from my apartment. Turned out we had been on the same CalTrain back from the SJ shows. *On Wed 5/20, I saw my friend Ximena on the bus to Union Square. Here is my long story (which is about my Roxy experience as well as Roman's lies): I think it is important that other fans know how they can be betrayed. I'll let my Facebook Note cover this for now: Our friend Iris took this of us without us knowing! We just could not believe our good luck for this day. Later as the audience started forming, Scott and I had a tight hug. He even fit us on the overcrowded cart as he drove us back to the barn to get gloves, caps and scarves so we would be warmer, and it was still daylight. The guy in charge seemed perplexed as he had enough workers in the area, but he compliantly agreed. I added that (fill in name of our supervisor which I forget now) sent us. I pulled Scott aside and said, 'I don't know what we're going to do, but I am not missing the show.' His idea was to beeline over to the ADA ramp (lifted above the crowd for any concertgoer with a legitimate disability, best place in the house!) where he saw a few other workers. Later, finally as we started to march back outside, all together for the show, we were being lead to the upper parking lot to operate merchant stands. We also had some time to check out the stage area early in the day.

No umbrellas allowed vertigo