Not sure what to do late on a Sunday evening??? Do what Lauren and I did, go see Bret Michaels in concert. It was standing room only, rather close to the stage, we were surrounded by trashy looking (but for the most part, polite) girls - (each other excluded - I have never felt more like an old mom than last night) and we had a blast!!! My one problem was that as I was watching him singing, jumping, gyrating, etc...I kept wondering what his blood sugar level was.
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The sad part is that he loves me so much, but he doesn't know it yet.
Yes, the concert was fun. I pretty much stood in a puddle of my own drool while Bret pointed at me a few times.
I wonder what happened to that man with the greasy, curly hair and tiny fingers?
I think the little man fell into the urinal and no one noticed.
Oh, and you shouldn't have felt old last night; mullet lady was older and so was the weird woman standing next to me who had feathered hair.
P.S - her husband didn't move the entire time...
You skanky bee-otches!
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