Crock of Love

Bret Michaels was last night!!!!! The three of us, myself, Mgirl and Mandrea got off work around 4 and that in itself was awesome! We came to get ready at my house and it was just funky. No one was excited about their clothes. No one could figure out what felt good, what we wanted to wear, bla bla bla. We were gritchy. and hungry. But finally we decided and chose and went to eat some really fabulous bbq at Earls and that made us happy! We got on the road to Norman, well south of Norman which was about 40 minutes with traffic and the drive was. . . . eventful. Conversations with other people on cell phones, the details of which I cannot post, were perhaps the most passionate and hysterical we’ve every been witness too! There will come a day when we can talk openly about this, but today is not that day. Suffice it to say, we laughed and laughed once the phone call was over and we got to the casino. Oh yeah, Bret Michaels of Poison was playing his gig at a casino. (we have a lot of those around our state. Tribal casinos.)

So anyway, we got a parking place, made our way inside, ready to see trashy Rock of Love girls in straw hats and lots of boobs and bandannas. . . flop. Not so much. Mostly, it was just a group of people. Now, don’t get me wrong, there were a few lookers and I tried to get a camera phone pic of some of the hair, but I needed a fancy zoom option and my phone doesn’t have that!

We are waiting and waiting for the show to start, doing some half assed people watching when what to our surprise? Three rows in front of us is a certain fella that a certain girl in the group was kind of possibly maybe sorta kinda liking and kind of possibly maybe sorta kinda going to dance with tonight….with another woman. It was one of those “holy batfuckshit, Batman” moments. We laughed and carried ourselves with grace and dignity through that whole thing…still waiting for that fat assed long haired guitar player to take the stage.

Well…we have no idea when and if he ever did. We left. We figured after waiting 45 minutes for it to start, and given the evening’s events thus far, we were better off leaving and driving back to OKC and calling the ticket price and the gas cost a wash.
FORTY FIVE MINUTES!!! And we kept seeing the very few skanky girls coming from the backstage area, so we figure he was doing some couch calls for Rock of Love 3 and quite frankly…we’d rather watch that trash on tv. Not in person.

The other girls went out to shake it off, I came home to save $$ for tonights adventures. . . And here I am!! Bright eyed and bushy tailed and gulping coffee and watching the cats chase each other.

Some would call last night a flop. I am going to say, that I wouldn’t have missed it for the world…when you can totally derail a night’s events with your girlfriends, and laugh all the way home and just be happy to have been a part of it….well that is a successful evening in my book!!

Hey ya’ll…have just a fan-freakin-tastic Saturday! I am booked solid. No time to eat or pee. Comfy shoes day! Tonight I’m dancing like Ren and Ariel at prom. In my tall silver shiny shoes. Wish me luck at not falling down!