June 27th, 2004
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ok, FINALLY i got in! what happened was someone tried to hack my password and so my username was turned off to prevent anyone from trying to hack it further. fucking lame ass "hackers"

6:37pm

this is a test to see if i can upload to ana2...
i cannot get into ana2! argh...

1:00am

holy crap! what a show! aside from the fact of the guy that tried to cop a feel during one of the 1st kiss songs and so then i whacked him in the face with my disposable camera and shoved him in the balls and he STILL wouldn't leave and security did diddly squat and the big fucking sasquatch of a woman who practically mauled me with her overlarge squishy boathouses of mammary glands until i just shoved her out of the way with every beat of the kick drum, the show with poison and kiss was EXCELLENT and i will never forget it for more happy reasons than not.

i did get the "hair seal of approval" from TWO members of poison, cc deville (!!!) and the asshole bass player.
that pretty much made my entire day besides the magical blue fish at the zoo.

ya, i sure do wish sonia could have seen that! c.c. deville coming over and rocking out 5 feet away from me and then mouthing the words "i love your hair!", TWO times at me to make sure i saw him (how could i not?) and understood what he was saying :) (i mouthed back to him, "i like your HAT!!" he was wearing a floppy top hat style hat).

and then KISS came on and before 2 billion sluts rushed the stage to flash their breasts, i had gene simmons all to myself (being front row center and the only female who had all her teeth) and we did the tongue thing at each other and made kissy faces at each other for at least 10 seconds. ha :)
that was seriously a hilarious moment i will never forget.

where the FUCK was security? oh...watching the show. thanks security you lame ass cheeseheads.

i put blue rhinestone stars on the corners of my eyes. i sure did get a lot of stares which in 1981 i would have had the shit beat out of me for, but this time, i got a much better reception which was quite a bit of a mindfuck.
the times they sure have changed. and we even passed a strip bar i once stripped at that i had totally forgotten about and passing it and its "go go dancer" sign brought back the weird surreal days of that biker bar and how it was known to have all its patrons bring flashlights (the bigger the better, if you get my symbology..and some even wore miners hats), to shine up our crotches as we danced. *sigh*

yes you used to be able to shine a flashlight up my crotch for a buck, but now try to cop a feel at a kiss concert, and a disposable camera in the eye you will get! take that muthafucka.

i am now the crazy vicious chihuahua that u don't want to mess with. i'm pushing 40 and i WILL fuck u up.

as you can tell i am still a little wound up and i think all that redneck vibing has gotten into my bloodstream a bit.

i do hope my pictures turn out. the camera was from 2001 and god only knows how the film will process.

i have so much more to say. like how i think the deiter dog is the paul stanley of dogs and definitely needs a rhinestone star on his butt. and how i need one, too. and goddamnit if paul stanley can wear spandex with rhinestone stars on his sagging butt and spank himself over and over in front of the ugliest crowd i have ever witnessed , then my god,
so can i.

so can i.

thank you kiss!

and thank you jason for making this bizarre experience possible for me :)

coughing up synthetic fog with confetti,
ana

p.s. please tell paul to go see fahrenheit 911 before he makes another nauseating "rah rah america let go kick the enemies ass" speech. even his soundguys were rolling their eyes at that one.

Current Mood: rocked and rolled
Current Music: ears ringing