If you’ve told me 23 years ago that I would someday have a blast at a hair band tribute concert, I’d’ve told you you were nuts or that you needed your head examined. When I was 12 and in sixth grade, hair bands and metal were all the rage and was what everyone in my class (except me, of course) was into (I was big into U2, INXS and was starting my journey into Goth). However, due to the fact that everyone and their brother was into things like Poison, Guns N’ Roses and Skid Row, I knew/still know a fair amount of the material. I also know far more Metallica than I should, and though everyone would rightly laugh at me, if I hear “Enter Sandman,” I will crank up the radio and belt it out at the top of my lungs. But yeah, I had a LOT of fun seeing Hairball last night. The only thing I didn’t care for (aside from the fact that my knees and back are killing me today, and my ears are ringing loud enough that they feel like they’re clogged!), was that the final encore was a couple AC/DC songs, the last one being “You Shook Me All Night Long.” I hate that song. I’m not a big AC/DC fan anyway, but I loathe that song. But all in all, it was a really fun evening with a good group of friends, and if they come back next year, and I can get tickets, I’d go see them again. I took a couple pictures with my phone, although they’re not the greatest:
Allison and I decided that if they come back next year, we’ll actually dress up a la the 80’s. A lot of people did (including one of my coworkers whom I didn’t even recognize until he started talking to me!), and it looked like a lot of fun.
However, I am indeed hurting this morning, in between the alcohol (I was not sloppy drunk, thank you very much, but I drink so infrequently nowadays that a little goes a long way…3 vodka/cranberry juices over the course of a 4-hour concert didn’t do a lot other than to make me not care too much about the volume of the music), the dancing (aka rocking out, because I’m bordering on “you’re too old for this sh*t” territory), and the lack of sleep. I did, however pull it together enough to make breakfast–Sausage, toast, eggs and hash browns. I didn’t photograph any of that, but once I got the kitchen cleaned up, my mom and the bambino finished the project they started yesterday:
My mom picked up the cookie cutters from Williams Sonoma. As soon as she brought out the box with the cookie cutters in it, the bambino got super-excited, and kept trying to play with them every chance he got. If I ever find the time, I’d love to actually decorate the cookies like they are on the back of the package. In the meantime, though, I’m content to slather on some Duncan Hines white frosting, and eat them that way!