Well, I was MAD about Rick. Insane, I mean.
Oh, I hear you on that one! What I did was refine my insanity to concentrate on David, because he was older and more serious - so I thought I might have a better "chance" with him than with Ricky, lol.
Besides, I was already doomed to attract the Wallys of the world.
In my single days, I hung with a crowd that included Nelson's drummer and his wife (they were a great, funny couple - and surprisingly 'normal')...one of the guys was a coporate pilot for a Kentucky distillery and needed some flight time, so he flew the drummer's wife, me and another couple over to Las Vegas from the San Fernando Valley.
We got dropped off at the airport, checked into the hotel (drummer's wife went her own way to be with hubby, of course), saw the show **, spent the night, and flew home the next afternoon.
**It'd been prearranged that we head to a stage door as the show was ending - we stood with two or three panting hardcore groupies who obviously had one thing in their minds: "Gonna get a piece of Rick Nelson" - blood in their eyes.
Anyhow, it was a quick greet-and-meet and back to the casino. Nelson was pretty disconnected and uninterested in having visitors, IMO.
The best part of the trip was when my pal and I were waiting for the pilot to show up the next afternoon, when the casino's PA system announced, "Paging Mr. Ern Batavia - your plane is ready...paging Mr. Ern Batavia" - talk about feeling like a bigshot as I did my Barney Fife strut out of there....