ohhhhhhhhhh DAMN!!!

def leppard was fucking AWESOME.

i am in a daze. that was the bestest concert i have seen in a looooong time.

YAY!

joan jett was also amazing.

i’m too much in a rock stupor to really say much more about that for now. basically anything i would say would involve a lot of squealing and burbling gushy stuff about how amazing they were. which they were.

i chased the evening of rock amazingness with a stroll down the crazy awesome strip of venues and bars and things and stuff in downtown nashville. which was awesome. it was really cool. lotta country. (there being the “wow, really?” moment of this entry).

rather than brave the crowds in the bars on the main strip i found this place called Rock Bar (and the grand prize for creative name goes to…..!). (but i mean, that’s exactly the sort of place i’d feel the most at home… a place called ‘rock bar’ where the name of the joint looks like it was scribbed onto a chalkboard which was then duly hung up above the door. not too many people inside, slightly older crowd, with a band playing songs with lots of bendies).

it was cool.

i weirded out a pack of ladies though. that’s something i’m still a little curious about. having just turned down a drink from someone by saying i didn’t want one, i didn’t wanna then go ahead and buy myself a drink (i know, not like it matters, but less conversation is better). so i went looking for an ashtray, and found one by these smoking ladies (hahahaha). but then they started giving me weird looks. repeatedly. and it’s like …. what. am i offending you just by standing here? you’re in A BAR. people will stand near you who aren’t in your posse, ok?? i can understand if i were some creepy dude, or even, just a random regular dude, standing near your gaggle of goose hens, but i’m just some girl, ok, and you’re crowded around the closest of the only two ashtrays in this whole joint, so, grow a pair and lighten up.

i mean, what were they afraid of? that’s what’s hilarious to me. i just don’t GET it when middle aged women are afraid of me. it’s like being afraid of a rolly polly. what’s it gonna do. really. i bet they don’t even have teeth. what misguided ideas did you pick up from some creepy older women’s magazine about rolly pollies and people like me that makes you think it’s weird when a fellow lung blackener wants to not throw her ash and butts on the ground?

hah.

i’m scary