Fall Out Girl
My throat went dry. What the hell does she want? I stumbled my way over the best I could drunk and in 5 inch stilettos.
"Are you a celebrity?"
"Pardon?"
"Well, we saw you sitting over there with two body guards in a private box and well - we assumed you were a celebrity. We were just wondering who you were and maybe if we could get an autograph."
I was flattered. And yes she indirectly complimented Billy and Dean for looking like angry meat head body guards.
"Urrm. No. Sorry, I'm just a regular person."
She had an incredulous look on her face.
"Oh."
One of her daughters turned to me.
"You look famous."
I laughed.
"Why thank you, so do you."
She got a big grin on her face and giggled. I smiled and stumbled back to slurp some more vodka.
By the end of my evening and after quite a few vodka/tonics I managed to piss off the group of scary marys in front of me, dance like all the other 13 year-olds around me (screaming and gasping included) , and send hate e-mails to my stalker. All and all it was a wonderful time. I will never go to a pop-punk show ever again.
Well - only if you're buying the drinks.
2 Comments:
LOL...
Sounds like an awesome evening, Dixie.
Thanks for posting on my blog. It's always nice to have someone you don't know leave a comment. You have a really interesting blog here. I shall stop by from time to time:)
Cheers
Some people think I look like Q-Tip (from the group formerly known as 'A Tribe Called Quest'). Anyways, I was never asked to sign any autographs. Vodka tonics rule though. Don't you love emailing stalkers and perpetuating fun non-drama like that?
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