Wow....where do I even begin?? Well, I feel like I fell into a time warp this weekend (and if anyone starts singing Rocky Horror, I'll kick you in the head)...I revisited a life I have not revisited in a good ten years. And, damn, do I miss those days sometimes! I used to work with new/local bands what seems a lifetime ago back in Chicago...after doing the groupie gig, I did the publicity/promo gig for a couple few years. Those were good times. I used to live my life at the clubs and with the bands and with a drink or two...but that was long ago and far away....
Now this weekend I revisited those days courtesy of Aimee and her boys, Tattooed Millionaires (well, I can't leave out the hot english rockers, Riot Noise!). Here's my little story of a weekend of friends, hot rockers, great music, and waaaaay too much to drink....
Story begin: Excalibur, a crappy room, and a bit of gambling. Yeah, I hit a Royal! Okay, moving on....let's fast forward to hitting the Rox Club. Okay, not a great club...so not impressed (okay, a couple of the staff rocked); stupid people with ego problems, so not impressed (it's okay, they got theirs...don't fuck with a witch!); being "tattooed" by a hot drummer, SO impressed; rockers with dreamy english accents, SO impressed....
Great show...good drinks...let's cab it to the after-party. Now don't even get me started on this disaster. All I have to say is Planet Hollywood will never again be graced by my royal presence in this or any other lifetime. Trendy,ego-driven clubs are not even close to my forte and gods, I remember why now! Let's just say I had to keep myself in check from metaphysically injuring many an individual.... What a freaking buzz kill!
Well, eventually we decided sleep was in order after a while (about 6am?). We considered just staying another night and having a good time, but our room was booked by someone else for saturday. Oh well...let's check out. Checked out, checked the bags at the bell desk and decided to gamble for a few. Brilliant idea...let's just call around and find an inexpensive room some place else and just try to make up for the buzz kill from the previous night. Found a room at Palace Station. Let the good times roll!! Checked in and found we'd been upgraded to a Jr. Suite....wow, did that rock!!! Then found out that the bands had gotten a gig at Cheyenne Saloon for that night....well, this kind of works out well!
The Haven meet was sort of a bust for the night, so we didn't even worry about getting to Border's for the meetup. Mitch, Amanda and Alyssia ended up stopping by because they were going to go to the meetup and I had to hear about Mitch's new beau. Hmmm....think we can talk them into going to see some hot tattooed rockers that night? Of Course! Poor Mitch being under 21 would be designated driver (sorry Mitchell...I love you hon!). OMG, the alcohol never stopped all night! Seems I just couldn't stop myself from making sure everyone had enough to drink all night.... I really feel for plight of the starving musician and really glad I gave up that path long, long, long ago....
I thought I had taken more pics that night, but it turns out I really didn't. :( I got a bunch of the Tattooed Millionaires, but only one or two of Riot Noise (shame really...I wanted to show off "pretty hair" and the "hot blonde"!). Aside from a bit of a tearful breakdown courtesy of PMS, alcohol, and miscommunication (sucks really....when I'd gotten over it, I felt like an asshole for sitting there crying and that made me cry again...damn crying is hard to stop when you're drinking!!! Yeah, Mitch knows this happens to me once in a while!), it was really a kick ass night. We spent more time with Riot Noise than Tattooed Millionaires (poor things were tired and crashed)...but I will never be one to complain about that...sexy accents abound! I must say it was quite fun "petting" whomever would allow me to pet them.... those who know me will get this one, the rest of you will just have to nod and smile. So I'm a sucker for hair...and it must be the kitty in me that just wants to pet those I love (er, lust in some cases!)....whatever.... They probably thought I was completely nuts, but hey, I am, right?
Okay, back to the hotel room and a rough morning.... I'm way too empathic generally, but once drunk the shields don't work as well. Yeah....that was fun (sarcasm). Lead me to a crisis of faith a bit....midlife crisis....wow.... Let's just start wondering if my career choice is a mistake and everything I've worked for has lead me down an impossible road. Thanks to Mitch for being the angel he is and putting up with my crisis. I guess all the worry, stress, doubt, etc. just all came out after being overwhelmed by other's emotions. Hey, it happens....I just really need to watch the empathy when drinking.... And think about life...but that's for another blog! With every up there is a down and roller coasters are part of the emotion of drinking for me many times. I just feel like a real ass for those wild rides and those I subject to them... Sorry guys.
But, hey, it was one hell of a weekend and Damn...I can't wait to do this one again.... Thanks muchly goes out to Aimee for introducing me to her boys and one hell of a weekend!!