To top it off we were the "old folks" in the room. I think the only people there our age were the roadies and a few of the folks running the club. I had a few beers and smoked a few cigarettes while we patiently waited for the place to fill up some more. I guess the club owners were waiting for the same since the concert didn't start for a full hour and a half later after the scheduled time. The first few bands were really not bad at all but I came to see only one. The place never really filled up and the first few hours were the most mellow I've seen at a concert. I did have some little Mexican hotty flirting with me most of the first few hours. She was a ballsy one too, constantly flirting even when Lana was with me. Lana went to the restroom and she came over to talk to me and asked if I was there alone. Even afterwards she kept coming over and rubbing on me when she thought Lana wasn't looking. I was feeling pretty damn good about myself despite the fact that the guy she came with stood roughly six foot somethin and two hundred plus pounds of ass whoopin. That is, until drunk girl moved on to about three other guys in the room before the night was over. The guy she came with helped her stumble her way out of the club. Makes you wonder. I was her first choice of the night before she reached "drunk girl" level so I can walk away with a little self respect.
We ended up driving out to Denny's for a late dinner/early breakfast where we got the usual clubs-just-let-out shity service. We did find out what a true drunk ghetto girl sounds like when she's flirting. It's not attractive and Lana almost let her know with her fists. I got us out of there as soon as we finished wolfing down our food. Our waitress shot me a dirty look when she realized I didn't tip her for rude behavior and crappy service. I got in the shower sometime near five in the morning. The spike gel was amazingly easy to wash out. I don't remember much after that other than crawling into bed. It's good to sleep like a rock now and then. I'm looking forward to Black Label Society in September already. I forgot how much I love to feel music tearing through your every pore. ;)
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