Friday, January 30, 2009

A Not so Nursery Rhyme

This is my wristband from the House of Blues

This is Taylor Hawkins drummer, of Chevy Metal (umm…and another band) who I saw last night with my wristband from the HOB

(There is no picture of the people I went with OR the people that I met there because the House of Blues has a STRICT no camera policy although…we DID sneak a camera in, because I’m good like that, I DIDN’T get to use it because there weren’t enough people there to hide a big huge FLASH, and I wasn’t at all interested in getting tossed out on my ass because I like to break rules.)

Let’s just say that I was there and I had a few drinks as I schmoozed with Rock Stars while I watched Taylor Hawkins, drummer of Chevy Metal (and another band. My FAVORITE band) who I saw last night with my wristband from the HOB

This is the picture of the lead singer of Fireball Ministry, the opening act. I only took a picture of THIS because WTF?!.... his pants were supertight and his dick looked sort of obscene in those pants. And I was drunk. After I saw Taylor Hawkins, drummer of Chevy Metal with my wristband from the HOB.

Didn’t stay out too late. Just late enough for this:

This is entryway where I threw my keys & my purse. There’s a table RIGHT by my door, but I didn’t see it because I really had to pee. Because I got drunk, while rocking out to Fireball Ministry and Chevy Metal with my wristband from the HOB.

This is the bathroom where I took off my k-swiss (because I’m SO l.a. y’all) and ripped off my jeans because I apparently decided that I couldn’t pee AND wear my clothes. And that’s where they stayed ‘til this morning. Because I got drunk, while rocking out to Fireball Ministry and Chevy Metal with my wristband from the HOB

This is what’s left of my $60, because valet parking is expensive in Hollywood and so is drinking, while schmoozing with Rock Stars, seeing Fireball Ministry and Chevy Metal with the wristband from the House of Blues.

Good Times*


*Oh yeah. And the green grass grows all around all around, and the green grass grows all around.

7 comments:

So Not Mom-a-licious said...

Why does that happen?! The clothes thing. And peeing. It's almost like you are just too confined in them while you are releasing yourself. And who needs tables? What is wrong with the floor? That is where all my shit ends up...including myself! Glad you rocked our with your socks out sista!

Queenie Jeannie said...

LOL! Sounds like you had a blast!

Elftea said...

Rock on

ConversationsWithACupcake said...

A classic picture narrative. Sounds like a GREAT concert!
(I LOVE great concerts. Just enjoyed The Killers 2 weeks ago and couldn't have screamed harder or loved them more. Yummy band they are.)

THANKS for the stop-by at my blog the other day! So good to have you.

So Not Mom-a-licious said...

P.S. I left you an Honest SCrap award on my blog this morning. I know you don't follow but I wantedto give it to you anyway. You can play along or not. It's up to you!

Lump said...

ahahaha well, it sounds like you had an awesome time!! :)

Laural Out Loud said...

You are hilarious. There is nothing better than finally arriving home after a long night and stipping your way to the bathroom to pee.