I am....DEAD & BLOATED!!!!

Ehh, maybe not dead, most certainly bloated, lol. I know, it's been days since I've posted anything. I have a shit ton of stuff to say, but the fucking idiots that I work with continue to break their computers forcing me to do some work around this hell hole.

Let's use this post to talk about the fun part of my weekend. The gates of the LC (Lifestyles Community Pavilion) opened at 6:30 on Sunday night for the Stone Temple Pilots concert. What was I doing at 6:30 on Sunday night? Cleaning up baby puke. Ev is still fucking sick. I would like to say that it breaks my heart to hear the little guy coughing up a lung and snotting all over the place. It did, maybe for the first three weeks he was sick. Now I'm over it. I'm annoyed. I'm sick too. I can't get better because I can't take care of myself. He hasn't slept more than 2 hours at a time in weeks now. I have some funky weird swollen gland on one side that's making my ear hurt every time I swallow.

Oh wait, we're supposed to be talking about the fun part of my weekend......Riiiiiiight, back to the concert.

So me and Dave are sitting around chillin and I'm battling a do I stay or do I go complex. He's making fun of me as usual asking why I'm being so wishy washy about the whole thing. Perhaps he knows me too well. I'm a black and white kind of girl. It either is or it isn't. There is no grey. Sunday night I was grey. I wanted to go, but I was wrestling with spending the money on the ticket. At 7:30 I get a message from one of my friends. We can get into the LC for free, bring someone. I jumped up, put the baby to bed, made a liquid dinner and started getting ready.

Dave says he's too tired to go. He actually has a job now, so he's a little less fun. Tara wouldn't go because it was 42 degrees when the sun went down. I texted Melinda, who is about as financially strapped as I am right now due to Melissa firing her from the bar. She was already planning on babysitting for me if Tara or Dave were going with me. I told her nevermind on the babysitting, Ev was in bed already (which means Brandon can be responsible enough to plug a bottle into his mouth) and that she was going to the concert.

By 8:15 we were getting out of the car with our 3 layers of clothing on downtown. Damn, it was cold. We meet my friend, who's not really my friend, only merely a way to get into the concert and blow right by security on our way in. Wristbands? Check. Gotta have them to drink there. Here is the first thing we saw when looking for alcohol.

No, not the big booty close up, the hot pink spandex pants and stilletos. Fucking rock and roll! I already had a buzz at this point because my 32oz. road pop was just starting to kick in. Melinda, who was hungover was my DD for the night. For this I bought her a pizza and a water. I bought me a Smirnoff & Sugar Free RB because sadly, they didn't have Bicardi Limon. We head down to the pit because the lawn is packed with all sorts of questionable folks. Like this guy. I mean, besides the cow who provided the leather, some sort of small forest creature died to make his coat.

I'm no furry animal lover, but that's just weird. Anywho, we wiggled ourselves in front of a group of college boys and were all set to go. The opening act had finished and it was time to just wait......and wait.......and wait....... It was 9 freaking thirty five before STP came out. The crowd was getting restless, especially the frat boys behind us. I let it go and didn't junk punch anyone because most of them were cute.

What to say about STP? Well, should they come to your town, GO AND SEE THEM. Even if you just know the songs that they've played on the radio. They played EVERY SINGLE one of them, unlike the Black Crowes, who played nothing that made them famous.

Here's where I have to diverge from the music for a minute. We were close to the stage. So close in fact that you could tell that Scott Weiland wasn't Scott Weiland. Or so I thought. He has always been cracktastic in feather boas and leotards and shit. My sister and I were convinced it wasn't him on stage. I mean, just look at the pic:
Yeah, that's nice and up close & personal. Doesn't look like him, does it?

It was. Man, rehab does a body good..... I may bend my no older guys policy for a shot at him..... The band was phenomenal. Here are some more pics so you can kinda get the effect of the stage show:

Remember, we were outside in 42 degree weather. Retards were moshing, beer was getting spilled and I was a lil unhappy. It was time to push back.... And that we did. Thank God we didn't get pulled over on the way home because I reeked like a beer. Ewwww.

I would have to say, the highlight of the show was when one lucky guy got pulled up on stage and given the bullhorn. We all knew what was about to happen. He put the microphone in front of the bullhorn and yelled.... I AM SMELLIN LIKE A ROSE THAT SOMEBODY GAVE ME ON MY BIRTHDAY DEATHBED! I AMMMMMM SMELLIN LIKE A ROSE THAT SOMEBODY GAVE ME CAUSE I'M DEAD AND BLOATED!!! God I hope that guy's friends got video of that. Simply freaking awesome.
All in all, I'm totally glad that I went. I get so very little time to myself that I really need just a few hours sometimes. Of course not having to pay for the tickets was ultimately what made me decide to go. I think I spent like $15 the whole night, for a drink, water, pizza and parking and was home chillin on my laptop eating a cheeseburger by 11:45 drunk messaging on Facebook. Good times, good times. I'll leave you today with a pic of me and Melinda and our layers. Now that I look at this picture, I'm totally geekin out in it. But check it out, we're decked out in our Steelers and Penn State gear :)