My journey began on Saturday morning with me running about 15 minutes late. As usual. And I couldn't even blame it on the kids this time. *sigh* So, I stopped by my work before I left town to swipe a Diet Pepsi for Lisa's new Koozie (because I'm too cheap to just stop at the gas station and get one) and then I was on my way. I met up with TigerlilyRose at MamaLily's house, where she was dumping her children for the weekend, and off we went.
Now let me just throw something out here...It's been a looooooooong time since I've been in a vehicle that TLR was driving, and I've forgotten how freaking scary that shit is! I think I did a good job of not letting it show that I was afraid for my life...Love you, TLR!
Anywhore...we stopped at a gas station called the Flying J for a potty break, and we looked around for a photo op for Mrs. P. We found it on some dude's motorcycle. TLR said she was glad to have me along to just go up and ask complete strangers if we can take a picture of their shit.
Back on the road again, and we were looking for the sign that Mr. TLR said "you can't miss."
I guess we proved him wrong. In our defense, we were looking for a sign right next to the road we were driving on, not waaaaaaaaay the fuck to our left! After a little joy riding and a few turn arounds, we finally made it to the Hotel/Casino. Luck was on our side, and our room was ready early, so we just trotted our fine asses up to room 211 and proceeded to string our shit all over the room.
We weren't there too long before we got a call from Lisa telling us that "Elvis is in the building." TLR set up the video camera and she caught our meeting. (Man, I hope she doesn't post that shit on her blog!) We hung out for a while discussing all of our bloggy friends, before we decided to go get something to eat at the restaurant there in the hotel (which was...unimpressive imo). We then headed down to the casino for a while before the concert. Lisa *snicker* I know it's not funny....oh, who am I kidding, it's totally funny...every time we went to the casino, both TLR and I got carded, but they waved Lisa right through. We even told the guy, "Dude! You can't card just two in a group of three! It's just rude." Sorry, Lisa. You had to know I'd bring that up!!
After handing our money over the the casino, we headed back to the room to don our fuckawesome shirts that I had made special for this little shindig.
Then we headed out to the show, where we had our priorities straight and got our drinks before bothering to find somewhere to sit. We were surrounded by lots of very nice people who were more than happy to take pictures of us in our various states of drunkeness throughout the night.
Kelly, Me, TigerlilyRose, Penny and Lisa...can you tell we'd been drinking?
Lisa and TLR spent lots of time tweeting (as you know, I don't do the twitter thing) and sharing the responses with me.
BTW...my teeth are fine, Living with Edward, thanks for the warning!
And Mrs. P, you are an awesome kisser.
Lisa tried valiantly to give me her Mini E...but I protested. Mr. TW would probably have a coronary if I brought him home, so we made TigerlilyRose take him. Sometime throughout the night though, Mini E found a new home. She'd better take good care of him! *sniff* (I was gonna put in a pic, but you'll see it on TLR's blog. I'm just being lazy.)
BTW, Lisa and TLR couldn't believe that I popped my Port-a-potty cherry that night. Really. I'd never been in a Port-a-potty before. It's not nearly as bad as I had expected! I mean, I don't want to spend any more time in there than I absolutely have to, but, it's waaaaaaay better than a real outhouse!
The concert itself was fucking awesome!! The opening band (I can't remember their name, but it had "wood" in it...Woodhouse, maybe?) was very good, and their bass player was wearing a beanie which had Lisa all in a dither. (Again, you can see the pic on TLR's blog. I'm having some trouble with a few pix...I told you, it's a PICNIC error!) I zoomed in close on him and took a picture, which cooled her jets a little...since he didn't look anything like another beanie wearing guitar player we love.
When Joan finally came on stage it was like WOOOOOOOO FUCKING HOOOOOOOOOOOO! Very cool. TLR and I snuck down and got pretty close and took some pictures.
This isn't the best of the pix, but again, I'm having some trouble. *sigh*
For the most part, we stood, danced, sang and drank throughout the whole concert. There was a bit in the middle where we sat through a couple of songs, but the rest of the time was sheer party!! Hell, I had no idea I knew that many Joan Jett songs!
After the concert, we made our way back up to our room. It's really fucking handy to be staying in the hotel where the concert is. No driving is needed and there's no one making faces at you as you stumble drunkenly through the lobby, because there's a couple thousand of you doing it at the same time!
On the way back, some chick was admiring our shirts and said she was "sooooo jealous," but then she rips aside her shirt to show us Joan Jett's fucking autograph on her tank top! And she's jealous of us?! She said that Joan signed one tit, squeezed the other and gave her a kiss on the cheek! I thought about killing her for a brief moment...but it passed.
Back at our room, we decided that we were going to pay-per-view "The Runaways." But we couldn't find it. Damn. We settled for watching New Moon...again. Well, we dozed off and on through it anyway. I think that was the best sleep I got all night, because once the lights were off and I was supposed to go to sleep...nothing. I laid there and thought and thought and thought and thought and thought and....well you get the picture. I didn't sleep well. So add "fucking tired" to a "hangover" in the morning, throw in the fact that I'm not 18 anymore, and I'm pretty sure you get "shit warmed over."
But it was soooooo worth it.
We did a little breakfast the next morning with a follow-up of handing our money to the casino (where Lisa didn't get carded...again), took a few more pictures and then we were on our way back home. (Where we got turned around when we stopped for gas and lost an hour, but it was quality time spent with my best friend, so it's all good.)
The morning after...Mrs. P...what's that all over your face?
To check out Lisa and TigerlilyRose's versions of this totes awesomesauce weekend, check out their blogs!
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