This Friday, we hooked up with Timmer & Stevi to celebrate ROCKtober by heading out to the klassy ole Medina Ballroom for a 'bombastic' night. Yep, you guessed it... HAIRBALL!
In perfect Jay-time, we piled out of the car just as our fave ladies (Teri, Barb, and Leah) were passing by and were able to hang before entering the massive sea of people that took over the venue. The lines for the beer were insanely long, so we thought we'd dupe them all and head to the basement bowling alley's bar instead. Sure, we could belly up to the bar the second we got there, but we waited some 20 min. before one of the 4 bartenders even acknowledged us. So, what did we do? Order 2 each!
With drinks in hand, we got upstairs just as the show was starting and made an aggressive mood to get as far up to the front as we could to ensure sweet, petite Stevi could have an unobstructed view! Heck, who am I kidding... I don't buy tickets to stare at the back of someone's head - get us to the front! As the show played on, people's glasses emptied and forced them to go back to the bar and we never hesitated to take over their spot.
We finally settled in one spot back from the stage and the guys soon joined us. We rocked and sang and danced and swayed along with the crowd song after song, losing ourselves in the night. Jay stood behind me and danced along with me for what seemed like ours. It was a blast!
Of course, in true Kristy Kreme fashion, I found a way to embarrass myself in the middle of the malay... rockin' out to some monster ballad, I reached my hands behind me to find my sweet hubby's hands, but it wasn't what my lil paws discovered. I whipped around immediately, to find that I'd inappropriately touched a young lady... WTF?! The utter horror must have been tattooed all over my face, because she was smiling and laughing right back at me. Over her head, I watched as the moment sank in to Jay's mind and he shockingly mouthed "I'm Sorry!". I apologized profusely to the gal and spun back around to ignore my embarrassment by jumping right back into the music.
Turns out, the gal's boyfriend had asked Jay if her and her friend could stand in front of them since they were shorter than him. Kind, polite gentleman that he is, Jay said "sure".... not knowing that his wife was a pervert, I guess. Ha!
Lucky for me, it all disappeared as the next song started and Jay reacquired his spot by my side. But it sure has made for some fun shop talk around here today... sheeesh. Fifty Shades of Jay gone wrong.
After the show, sober-cab Jay got us all home safely, and it was awesome to hit the pillow and fall fast asleep after all the fun. The music, the friends, and the fabulous laughs were a fabulous end to another great week.
Happily laughing at myself,