If I sound a little excited, it's because I am. I'm listening to Live as I type this. The guy I just kissed is singing to me. Crazy times. Anyway, onto the greatest love story ever told....
So I went to the Live concert tonight at the Palazzo pool. It was like 5 of my favorite things all at once -- my "Friday," my payday, booze, Las Vegas at night, and Live (the band!)!
Well, the show was fantabulous, as always. Love love love them. Here's me like 12 feet from Ed, who is pictured in various stages of undress (or Eddie, as his friends -- which would include me -- call him):
So after the concert, we headed over to the poolside club, and who do I run into but Brazilian Marcia from Rock of Love Bus & Charm School?! Here's her and me, BFFs FOREVER:
She was so, SO nice. And so much smaller and prettier in real life than she is on the show. She must've stopped drinking for good, because she looked really skinny. We chatted about the other girls on the show, about how she lives in Vegas now, where she works-- BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF THE STORY...
THE POINT IS, a little while later, Ed came in.
A crowd gathered around him. A bunch of short bitchez went up and attacked him and, the entire time, he just kept looking over at me and smiling. I'm not kidding. I was standing in front of him, a bunch of skanks were fluttering about, and he just kept looking at me. It was like a dream.
So I just went on up, cast the other bitchez aside, and gave him a great big hug. As I did so, I told him: "I'm 6'5", to answer your question. I saw you staring at me just now wondering." He seemed flabbergasted... in a good way. He said he thought I was standing on something. (Yeah yeah, I get that shit all the time, anywayz...)... Then we took a quick pic -- here:
Right after we took this photo, he leaned over and said to me, "6'5' is wonderful."
((record scratch))
I was like, "I'M SORRY, WHAT????"
And so he repeated it: "All 6'5" of you is wonderful." Oh shit. Panty pudding. He was looking me up and down as he said it too. Oh shit.
So then I poured my heart out to him. I said, "You know, I used to always say that if I could just marry your voice, I would. Just your voice. If I married your voice, I would be one happy housewife." He smiled and said, "That's very poetic."
AND THEN HE WHISPERED IN MY EAR: "My voice is single." Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
And then I did what any classy, married lady would do in that situation. I giggled, pulled away, and said, "Anytime, anywhere."
OH SHIT.
Then my friend Alexis tapped me on the shoulder and asked to get a picture, so I asked him to take one with her. I took a way better picture of them than she took of us. Not that I'm bitter. (Ok, I am):
Anyway, then I felt bad for talking to him for like an hour while all the other skanks watched in jealousy, so I decided to let him go. But not before I hugged him again... and kissed him on the cheek.
Ho-ly crap. I just kissed my biggest rock star crush ever on the cheek. Life is amazing.
8 comments:
In the background of the second picture, you can see some angry-looking people. Those the short skanks? :)
This is quite a story. It's awesome!
This is the best blog I've ever read. You are too funny!!!!
Panty pudding! That's awesome.
Ok... So how much of this story is fabricated, and how much of it is is even remotely close to reality?
It's 100% true! You can ask Alexis. She was standing right there the whole time. How I get to meet all of these awesome people, I don't know. But the height is definitely a good eye catcher/conversation starter. :-)
You are so cute. I don't know how you do it....panty pudding? Reminds me.. ... time to do laundry.... ha ha ha
ha ha ha shawna. Looking back, I may have embellished a bit.
At least it wasn't a Creed concert... lord I don't know how the same guy can put out even trashier music.
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