I have been an extended fan of TBD, listening to their music for years. As many concerts as I have attended, I was still yet to see TBD live and in the flesh. Being a fan as well, Kristin joined me at the HOB. The opening band was incredible, the drinks were flowing and the guy next to us generously shared his 58 joints.
Because we were the best looking girls at the show, we scored backstage passes. Kristen was a bit nervous going back, but we sit back, not mobbing the band, talking and drinking amongst us. Mike, the lead guitar player, was immediately drawn to us and spent the majority of his late night conversing with us. As strange as some of the TBD lyrics are, I was expecting him to be further out than what he was. Mike was extremely grounded and uber cool. I must admit, I was a bit starstruck.
After an hour of hanging out backstage HOB, Mike asked us to go back to the bus. Well hell yes we want to. There were a few cocaine induces bimbos on the bus, but we captured the band with our real, down to earth humor. We made our way to the back of the bus, for those of you who knows what that means. We were packed in the round booth, hanging with TBD. It was more than surreal.
After hours of drinking, smoking and music I was too fucked up to know where I was. This inevitably lead to some hard kissing and heavy touching. Nothing more, nothing less. It was hot. I had to force myself off the bus and dismiss the invitation to Austin. I have never been a groupie, but I came very close with this one. Much love for Mike Always.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
The Young Ones
After an early concert ended, Jami and I made our way out of Lee Harvey's and back up to Idle Rich. We were hoping, for our sake, there were some clean, nice boys, unlike the ones we encountered at the concert venue.
After we got our first drink and a prime table score, I was approached by an exotic looking, sexy clad guy. At first glance, I knew he was younger than I, but quickly realized his high maturity level, spectacular smile and strong wit. I was thinking maybe I had misjudged him. Maybe I just didn't care how young he was.
During what I am sure was an interesting conversation, I notice that Young One's drivers license was sitting on the table. Being my nosy stalker self, I grabbed it to survey the information. His bold birth date popped off reading 1986. Yes I said 1986. Not quite young enough for me to be his mother, but very very close. Too close.
I said, ahhh how cute, you are just a baby. He smiled a devious smile and whispered in my ear, I like older women. Oh right, of course. I laughed and said you can't handle me. He asked if I would let him try.
I decided to say fuck it. Young One was hot and more than likely dumb. Maybe he can be molded. I will at least let him see if he can handle me.
After we got our first drink and a prime table score, I was approached by an exotic looking, sexy clad guy. At first glance, I knew he was younger than I, but quickly realized his high maturity level, spectacular smile and strong wit. I was thinking maybe I had misjudged him. Maybe I just didn't care how young he was.
During what I am sure was an interesting conversation, I notice that Young One's drivers license was sitting on the table. Being my nosy stalker self, I grabbed it to survey the information. His bold birth date popped off reading 1986. Yes I said 1986. Not quite young enough for me to be his mother, but very very close. Too close.
I said, ahhh how cute, you are just a baby. He smiled a devious smile and whispered in my ear, I like older women. Oh right, of course. I laughed and said you can't handle me. He asked if I would let him try.
I decided to say fuck it. Young One was hot and more than likely dumb. Maybe he can be molded. I will at least let him see if he can handle me.
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