For CBXB, it’s rock ‘n’ roll all night….and pay for it the entire next day.
Jazz hands just scream rocker chick, right?
It was a girls’ night out in Nashville as Motley Crue brought their farewell tour to honky-tonk central.
Me and my crue.
After six two rounds of pre-party cocktails we headed to the arena, where we stocked up on more libations before going in to see Alice Cooper, the opening act, pretend to be decapitated on stage.
Sobriety is no accident. It’s also no fun.
Naturally, after the besiege of concert cocktails we felt it necessary to hold a photo shoot at every location in which we graced our presence.
Pictures in the hallway.
Photos at the bar with my one and only dance move.
Selfies in the bathroom….. like all the classy ladies do.
Seat selfies.
With all of our modeling, we almost forgot that there was an actual reason we’d come to the Bridgestone Arena. Luckily for us, we didn’t miss Tommy Lee’s impressive drum solo he performed while his kit moved up and down the lighted truss at .000000001 mph.
A trick as spectacular as a its geriatric pace.
After the concert it made perfect sense to do an additional whiskey shot in celebration of the kick ass farewell concert performance Motley Crue delivered. But something in my mind was doubting my capabilities to get up for work the next morning.
What the fuck do you think you are doing with that Fireball?! It’s a school night for Christ’s sake.
Naturally I downed that whiskey like it was Pepto Bismol, which is why I look so effortlessly chic and fabulous today.
I wear my sunglasses inside ’cause I’m cool like that. And still burping up Fireball.
While my exterior appearance mimics exactly how I’m feeling on the inside, I need to get my shit together as I get to do the same thing all over again tonight when attending a Sir Paul McCartney concert.
For free. In a suite. With food. And booze. Free booze.
My liver is screaming “kill me now” with my feet expressing their disdain for my attempt to prance around in my high-heeled hooker boots for a second night in a row. But who cares what my feet think, I’m going to see a music legend, right?
And as Paul McCartney says….Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da life goes on bra.
Although I have a feeling my motto tomorrow will be more along the lines of “Live and Let Die.”
ROCK ON.
CBXB
