I'm about to write a post that my friend Brenda is going to get very hot blooded about. Mostly out of jealousy, because she would have loved this last concert that I went to. So sorry Brenda, if you're already upset today, maybe you should read this later. he he he.
For everyone else, Guess what I did on Friday night!?!?!?!? I went to see Bret Michaels, Rock of Love Concert! Yeah baby! He was playing at the local casino, which the guys at my office likened to one step below State Fair. ha! Yeah, I have to agree. It sort of is. But anyway. My cousin, sister-in-laws and two of their friends all went out and had a great time. It was a much better time then I was expecting actually.
Highlights.
1. Bret is much better looking in person. I'm not one of those people who thinks he's mega hot or anything. (He's a little too botoxed for my liking these days. Checkout the picture above.) But I did think he was MUCH better looking in person, and looked taller and thinner then he does on Rock of Love.
2. He sang a lot of the old Poison songs. We all rocked out and had a blast.
3. We discovered that no one was kicking people out of the front, so we headed up to the front of the stage where we got our rock on some more, and bonded with other drunk bitches.
4. Everyone, men and women had a great time singing along and being "old-school".
5. He announced that he was coming back next year with Warrant and Def Leopard. (Oh yeah, I'm totally there.)
6. It was like I was back in middle school. All over again, when Brenda was going to Warrant and the Nelson Brothers concerts and getting her pants signed while I was stuck at home.
Low lights.
1. The beer line was messed up. People stood in line for most of the concert. When we got to the front of the line, we bought three six packs. Tee hee. People behind us were pissed, but whatever. Don't worry, that was only 3 beers a piece. We weren't a bunch of lushes.
2. That had to be one of the worst openings I've ever seen! Yep. I said it. Here's how it went down. His body guard comes up and pumps us up. He then says the magic words, "Are you ready to rock! Here's Bret Micheals!!! AAAAHHHHHHH! The crowd goes wild, the music starts, the lights dim, the stage lights up. AAAAHHHH!!! Guns and Roses starts playing. Welcome to the Jungle. Umm.... no Bret. The song played in its entirety before the band made it to the stage. Welcome to the Jungle is a pretty long song. We were all sitting down and standing there like "WTF?" So when he finally did come out, our cheers were somewhat lackluster. Ummm.. Yeah. Worst opening ever.
3. Did I mention the beer situation?
4. There was only one old man selling the shirts at the end of the show, so it took FOREVER for us to get a shirt. Even though I got to watch some stupid bitch pay $500 for his sweaty tank top, and another $500 for the hat he wore during the concert. I bet she regretted that the next day.
We had so much fun though. We were sad when the concert was over. But that didn't stop us from moving to the bar and having way too many frosty beverages.
I've decided. When the Warrant, Def Leopard, Poison tour starts, I'm finding one somewhere where Brenda and I can meet half way and go get our 80's on. I would have been a lot more fun with her there. I remember on her bachelorette party night, she lost her voice because it just so happened that the club we went to was playing 80's rock all night long and she was singing along all night long. Her future hubby was pissed when she had no voice to recite her vows with. tee hee hee.
Here are some pics. They are from my camera phone, so they pretty much suck. My cousin got some great ones. I can't wait for her to forward them to me to post.
