You can find me in the club... bottle full of bub.

Driving home. NOT happy.
This was at like 7:30, so still VERY happy!

The view from our table.

Oh mercy. Clubs.

So Misti (Miss Larson) from work and I bought tickets to go see the one and only Tyrese. Yes, Tyrese. Think back to 9th grade promotion and region dances and chances are you danced with a hottie to the song Sweet Lady. He also played in the cinema masterpiece that was 2 Fast 2 Furious, which, don't hate, is one of my guilty pleasures. So we've been pumped about this for weeks. All day Friday when I'd come in from recess duty there would be a note on my white board with the countdown until the show. (Good think most of my kids can't read to save their lives.) I had to go to class that night, but I busted out at 6:30 and headed to Misti's to change out of my hoodie I'd worn to work (yes, I do wear hoodies. Go public education!) and redo my makeup to go to the show.

We got to The Depot at about 7, but the doors didn't open until about 8. So we waited outside until some dude let us wait in the lobby. Yes, we were 3rd in line. The line starts getting PACKED with the skankiest girls I've seen in my life. Honey, it's FEBRUARY. A mini-skirt and tube top? Not a good choice. Mist and I were wearing DOUBLE the clothing of every other girl in there.

A few minutes before 8, the dude says that Tyrese got in late and wanted to do a sound check so we had to wait until 8:30. They let us in at about 8:45. We headed in and got a table (oh yes, I thought a skank was trying to race me to a table so I ran. Oh how I ran.) RIGHT NEXT TO THE STAGE!!! Oh yes. Have you seen Tyrese? I would have paid to just let him stand there. So we both get drinks which taste AWFUL (the lady apparently made some comment that if I would add alcohol to my Diet Coke it would probably take the taste away of the bad syrup) and waited.

10 rolls around and the opening band comes out. 5 R&B artists who sing songs that sound like romance novels with Fabio on the cover. 11 rolls around and some girl wearing not much more than a bra (she did have some awesome boots on, though) came out and lip synched to something. I wasn't paying attention. The best part is that WE WERE AGAINST THE STAGE. Right there. In front. So close we could see when the drunk 50 year old woman totally grabbed the package of one of the R&B dudes. HILARIOUS.

Midnight rolls around and still no Tyrese. Misti and I have drunk Asian girls trying to get their freak on by our left side, and two drunk he/shes on our right side. And some chick DJ is trying to dance on stage and isn't realizing that she looks ridiculous and most people are making fun of her or too drunk to notice.

1 a.m. rolls around and still nothing. I break for the bathroom and when I get out I see Misti waiting by the stairs. TYRESE ISN'T EVEN AT THE CLUB. Nope, didn't show. And they didn't tell us. She found out from some 7 foot tall Amazon woman who had talked to someone she knew at the club and then asked the bouncer. No Tyrese. So we left before they announced it to the club and had to walk through the Gateway and the parking garage at 1 am to get to our car.

Now, I don't frequent the club scene. And last night was a perfect example of why not. People are disgusting. The smell of booze is disgusting. And drunk girls trying to dance with me and calling me "baby girl" is disgusting. I was happy to get home and shower, although I think I'll have to burn my copy of 2 Fast.