Identity crisis: Averted

Well, y'all, it's been quite a few weeks.

After Motley Crue, I just didn't find myself as excited about going to see Robert Plant, and, later, Phish. I don't know what it was, but all of a sudden, I found myself not caring about the hippie shows. Por ejemplo, I just couldn't bring myself to wear my tie dye maxi skirt and lace scarf to the Robert Plant show. I went all glam-boho-rocker to it.

For Phish, I really gave myself a pep talk, and said, "Hey, Paige. It's cool. You're going to feel a whole lot better wearing a skirt or dress, and you're going to want to not wear a colored knit. It's just one night. You can glam out later on."

Luckily, the little pep talk worked and I'm feeling back to my normal hippie self. I've always felt like my style was bohemian-with-an-edge, so I wasn't so surprised at the rocker-edge looks I'd been channeling. It was the lack of bohemian desire I was surprised about.

I even remembered how to do my jam dances.

All is right with the world again.

Btdubs ... Guess who was out until almost 4:30 this morning? Since there's no way it could be me, I'm just going to tell y'all. It was SO me. What's up?!? I'm a bit delirious from lack of sleep, but we went to the Phish concert, went to Avondale Brewery, and went to Marty's for a grilled cheese. Nommy. And I called it a night around the 4:00 hour.

The Great Friend Purge of 2012

Living an on-the-go, bi-city lifestyle, I have been pondering the best way to purge my wardrobe and belongings, but still have something left for decorating a home. Since I haven't gotten around to the purging of the clothes, I decided to purge the Facebook friends.

So, if you heard about this blog through Facebook, you're safe.

A few years ago, my cousin introduced me to a bunch of Sorority Life players so I would have "sisters" in my "house." I rarely interact with them, but I was kind of over some of the things they would post, and I wasn't sure how I felt about them seeing me on Facebook, but me not knowing them in real life.

Purge.

Then, there are some people I do know in real life, but I really am not friends with them anymore and we don't interact, and I would see stupid things they post.

Unfriend.

Then, the other day, there was someone in my family.

What had happened was ... she posted something ignorant about politics.

I have no problem with opposing viewpoints. I realize I am part of a minority in Alabama, being a liberal and all, but the thing is, I am OVER being ostracized for my political beliefs.

In April, I had some friends over for a little birthday party/craft night at my place in Auburn. All of a sudden, it was "You're pro-Obama?!?!" Like it is the worst thing in the world to be." Honestly, there are things more important than money and watching Fox News and reading/hearing/repeating untrue things (i.e. the new healthcare bill will create death panels ... not true, and don't get me started on "death panels" and our current healthcare system).

 On Sunday morning, I woke up to see some story about a little girl who wants to be President someday and the first thing she wants to do as President is help all the homeless and poor people. So, the little girl's neighbor says, "Hey, I can pay you fifty dollars to do my yardwork and you can go give it all to the homeless man at the grocery store." In the story, the girl thinks that is ludicrous and the girls parents quit speaking to the neighbor.

It just pissed me off. Pure ignorance.

We don't give away our entire paycheck to others and that's not what being a "liberal democrat" is all about.

I'm not going around bashing "conservative Republicans" because I disagree with them. I don't go around spreading ignorant stories bashing their political beliefs.

I want to clear the negativity out of my life, and one great way to do that is Facebook.

Unfriend, cousin.

The time I almost met (and married) a rock star

I hope I get this opportunity again, because a do-over would be ... well, amazeballs.

Last year, I saw Motley Crue for the first time. I knew of the members, except Tommy Lee, who I knew about and knew who he is. (You can't be a child of the 90's without having seen knowing about Tommy and Pamela.) In fact, I honestly think yesterday was the first time I ever saw Tommy Lee fully clothed. I was in awe the entire show ... the pyrotechnics, the energy, the NOISE (ohmysoul, I am beginning to think I have a TBI from last year's show).

So, yesterday, I was pulling into the parking lot to see KISS and Motley Crue, and there are several buses and RVs in the lot. Not thinking anything of it, I was a bit perturbed when a huge van was blocking my way into the lot. Well, until we all noticed TOMMY freaking LEE!!!

What had happened was ...

Paige: Grrr. Woman, when you gonna move your big old van and let me in? Grrrr. Grrrr.

Everybody in Paige's car: [Start looking around, fixate to left of car, near the RVs and buses] It's Tommy Lee! I can't believe it's Tommy Lee!

Paige: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! It's Tommy Lee. [Thinking, get yo' camera, sista!]

Tommy Lee goes back into the bus.

Paige and her crew: Crap! He went back in. Maybe he'll come back out.

Tommy Lee comes back out, with NIKKI SIXX right behind him!!!!

I take a quick picture, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! a little bit more, "Ohmigosh I got Tommy Lee's picture!"

Then, the van moves and I start driving to park, and think, "I should have quit 'eeeeeeeee-ing' and just rolled down the window and said, "Yo, Tommy, Nikki, what's up?!?"

I didn't even realize my dream man, Nikki Sixx was right behind Tommy Lee.

Love at first freaking sight, y'all. If only he'd seen me. (I was wearing a KISS shirt, though. Totally should have thrown the Crue shirt in the car, to be safe. Oops.)

Motley Crue was absolutely freaking fabulous, as always. I totally drooled over Nikki Sixx the whole time and boogied so hard when it came time for KISS, I was definitely worn out. KISS put on a fabulous show as well, Paul Stanley was awesome.

Possibly fun moment #2 of the night was when Paul Stanley was about to venture into the audience and said, "well, I can't go without an invitation," and there was a lull, and Ricky yells, "33!" (our box number). I was kind of hoping Paul would take us up on the invite, but no dice.

After the show, I dropped off Keri and (her) Tommy at her place, and LA and I went back to the 'Funk to find Ricky and Michelle. We swooned some more and I squealed even more. Unfortunately, they bands didn't want to after party at the 'Funk like Poison did last year. Bummer :(

So, Motley Crue, WE LOVE YOU! Come back anytime, and after party with us at Nana's! (And KISS, y'all are awesome too, but in the future, please, please, please play "Dr. Love.")