Nothin' But A Good Time!

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Not a dime, I can't pay my rent
I can barely make it through the week
Saturday night I'd like to make my girl
But right now I can't make ends meet

Well we worked and slaved every day this week and Saturday night we had to get away from the same old same old. And how could we resist having a good time at the Def Leppard and Poison concert? You know we are on a mission to do everything fun available to us in this life and seeing Def Leppard was definitly a check off the life list. I remember listening to my mom play Hysteria and Adrenalize as a kid. I love Def Leppard! And it turns out Chris was a bit of a Poison junkie as a kid. So this was the perfect mix for us. Plus, I can't remember the last time I went to a stadium concert where tickets were only $25.

Drinks at Lucky Bar at Red Rock Casino. Where we met two very interesting women. One could have been a castmate on The Real Housewives of Las Vegas. Chris and I were drinking Jack but they bought us a shot called a Purple Hooter. I don't think I've had a Purple Hooter since I was 21!

The view from our cheap seats. Which we rather enjoyed.

At this point we had only consumed one drink and one shot, so we were still quite functional. That didn't last much longer. Chris bought these insane big gulp sized drinks at the bar that came filled with insane amounts of Makers Mark. We also had a hip flask of Jim Beam.

When I saw CeCe backstage I was like " Ooohh, CeCe!"

But I then I saw Bret Michaels and I lost my mind. I turned into some crazy screaming fan girl! " Oh my god it's Bret Michaels! Ahhhhhhhh!" or something. I did not see that one coming. Literally lost my mind at seeing Bret Michaels.

 At the drive-in, in the old man's ford,                  behind the bushes, until I'm screaming for more....

       Down in the basements,                                            lock the cellar door, and baby....

               Talk dirty to me!

I'm not really sure what was going on in these pictures, but I'm pretty sure the last one is me pretending I'm Rikki Rocket. I air drum. A lot.  You should see me perform In The Air Tonight by Genesis. Especially while driving.

And this is what I probably looked like to Chris.  Those mugs of Makers Mark are gone by now and we're drinking Jim Beam over leftover ice.

 

Every rose has it's thorn.... just like every night has it's dawn... just like every cowboy sings his sad sad song... every rose has it's thorn....

And the crowd went wild. With actual lighters, not cell phones!

We realize at this point that we need to get a hotel room, because otherwise we are going to be here until 4 am sobering up.

 Whenever Chris is drunk he wants two things: Mexican food and to talk to his BFF Jessica.

Def Leppard was amazing!

         More air drumming!                            

Man, I am more in the zone than Kanye!

Well when the concert ended we decided food and sobriety were the way to go. Chris had his cursory call into Jessica so we headed to get mexican food at Cabo. This where you can clearly see how alcohol is a depressant. Or may be just the lack of Bret Michaels was making us sad.

Those enchilada's never stood a chance. There is a reason I was nicknamed Angelina Enchilada as a kid. I was one Def Leppard and enchilada loving kid. And after 30 years not much has changed.

We didn't drive home until around 1 am. It's nice to be 15 min away from a concert instead of hours on a ferry. Also it's fun to be able to drink at a concert and not have to worry about driving 1.5 hours home. This was an amazing evening. We definitly stood up and kicked love into motion. I had Hysteria about Bret Michaels, who Chris saw on his way to get the car and was glad he left me behind. I would have mauled Bret. In short, we had nothin' but a good time....

....and it don't get better than this :)