bewize

C and I hit the Jagermeister Tour last night and saw Hell Yeah and Buckcherry. It was tremendous fun, as always, but for us - it was a bit on the tame side. LOL.

We ate at Sidebar and started making a dent in our sobriety there, but managed to get to the concert literally with enough time to grab a beer and watch Hell Yeah. Loud, awesome, fun. The music basically felt like a living being pushing through the crowd. You could feel it in your chest and in your ears and everywhere. Being in a crowd like that, it's strangely one of the few places that it's possible to just... not care so much about stuff.

When Hell Yeah was over, C went to the restroom and left me standing by the bar (our spot). It didn't take more than a minute before this very drunk (and slightly creepy) guy appears next to me and says, "DAMN!"

I replied, "What?"

"You're hot."

And it went downhill from there, only in a funny watching a ski video crash on youtube sort of downhill. His friend "Kevin" also joined in the conversation and the next thing I know, I'm being asked, "So, do you like to have a good time?"

Now, there are so *many* places that question can lead that I couldn't help myself. "I always like a good time. What did you have in mind?"

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Drinking and watching this concert."

"Oh, well we have a hotel room..."

I confess. I really thought he was going the drug route. I was surprised to be so blatantly propositioned. I was also grateful that C picked that moment to show up again. Drunk Guy was NOT, since he literally threw his hand out between C and me and said, "Whoa!"

C blinked, smirked and said, "Really???"

At that point, Drunk Guy and C started talking and I heard bits of the conversation like, "What do you do with her?" "I can make a few suggestions." Yeah, thanks C. Encourage this one. LOL.

"Kevin" bought me a beer and then said, "We're both married. Our wives are over here. Come and meet them."

I tried to talk "Kevin" out of buying me a drink, but when he insisted I finally just took it. Who am I to turn down free beer? We extricated ourselves, did NOT go meet the wives, and basically laughed about it for the next hour, recalling stories from last year, when "Jesus" took a "laying on of the hands" approach to hitting on me and then his tatted friend finally intervening with, "Don't make me kick Jesus' ass!"

So, we get to the end of Buckcherry, the lights go on, and this girl walks by me. Now, don't get me wrong, I can appreciate the female form with the best of them, but I rarely do a double take of appreciation and I did with this girl. She saw me and came over to chat. The next thing I know, "Hey, we've got a bottle of Jack in the hotel room. Do you guys wanna come over with us?"

*headdesk* (I was clearly having a good hair day. But, IDEK...)

Her girlfriend, by the way, was equally as hot. We ended up chatting with them for quite a while so she could get her boob signed by the lead singer of Hell Yeah. Then we made our way to Sidebar, got stopped by a guy with an interest in knowing if we were affiliated with law enforcement and possibly selling us "something the powdery color of that car," and finally ordered another drink for the evening.

Then, lo and frigging behold, "Kevin" and Drunk Guy show up. They proceed to stare at us so hard that it freaked me out and we finally bailed. Of course, by this time, it's half past one and we're waiting on the last marta train (sounds like a song, yes?) to get us back to Decatur.

At this point, we compare notes and agree - kind of tame for us. LOL.

But, it was fun and I'm glad we went. Even if I did only get about 4 hours of sleep. I'm sure I'll regret that in the wee hours on the way to FL, but right now I'm just amused.

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All that said, I do think I'm going to slow down a bit in March. I need to focus on some things and I can't do it very well while living the Rock and Roll lifestyle. You've got my number though. (And so does the hot chick from last night.)