SOOO - last night i was sittin around in my pokie dotted jammie pants, all settled in to watch Greys Anatomy kinda pouting 'cause there was a concert starting in an hour that i was gonna miss. the phone rings and it's my best friend/favorite hooker dez. her date backed out on her and she now has an extra ticket allll for me WEEEEE! so i get dressed, do hair and makeup in lightning speed time. i've missed out on every big show for the past two years, so needless to say i was all bouncy and happy.
then we get there. yick. i'm not a 'scene' person by ANY means - but i used to be able to tolerate most of the people in it ok. the vibe of this show was just NO. nope. nuh uh. so as i'm walking outta the show, two fights later and covered in beer.... i realize. wow, i'm just too old for this shit.
on the OTHER hand...
I got to see the Reverend Horton Heat and the Horrorpops last night and you didn't!!! NEENER NEENER!!
