Oh Sheet. I Already Gotta Take a Break From My Break.

As you know I am currently on hiatus.

However, last night I was invited to go to the Black Crowes concert by an old friend. I was able to take pics because it was at the Stir Concert Cove and they don't have a problem with people bringing cameras in, which is really rare.

When I was in high school I had a shrine to the Black Crowes in my bedroom. Summertron remembered that and thought of me when she got the free tix, so YAY for good memories. Her mom, Vickitron actually won them, but let us have them.

A big thank you to the tall dude who took some of the following pics and hello to a certain Indianola teacher with a beautifully shaped head.

Also, to the chicks who we talked to at the end of the night: you missed out on partying with us at the finest yokel establishment in Omaha. It's cool though. I got to hang with an old friend and I didn't have to worry about her getting wrapped up in some woman drama later in the night.

The show -- They rocked my face off. They only played a couple of BC oldies, but the new stuff had a nice bluesy jam-session feel to it. I am still strangely attracted to the Jesus-like looks of Chris Robinson, despite the observation that Chris Robinson, in addition to being very skinny is also quite flabby. Oh well. Rich Robinson looked like his usual stoic self.

At one point in the night, we were standing behind these West O helmet hair women and they were in their little chairs and Summertron and I were dancing and talking and singing along with our beers in hand (HELLO BUDWEISER!). The drummer started busting out a solo and I said, "I didn't realize we were at a Led Zeppelin concert," and we both laughed and then I said, "Look Summerton," and I pointed at the drummer, "it's Animal from the Muppets!" At that moment beer squirted out of her mouth and into one of the helmet head's coifs. Helmet sprang up and said, "NOW I FELT THAT! WAS THAT YOUR SPIT?!?!?!" and Summertron said, "Oh no! Sorry. That was just my beer." We felt that was the appropriate time to take a port-a-potty break.

For reals sisters and brothers of The Internerts, after this, I'm out for at least a week. I swear. (Unless I feel like coming back before then. HA!) My suggestion to you is to subscribe to this blog so you are alerted IMMEDIATELY when I come back from my little break. Hurry up! Go subscribe immediately! You don't want to miss any of my future zany antics, do you? I think not.

Please note: I will be writing a request to Budweiser to subsidize my blogging habits because I give them so much free advertising. (See below and search Chelada.) I love me some brew.

What's on the menu for tonight? Well Sillies, it will involve a trip to Whole Foods, a bbq grill, a fire pit, some beer, Hubbetron, and me. There will be other things too, but you will need to fill in the blanks on your own. I trust you Sillies. (The kids are going to Arbotron's and we're being left to our own devices.)

PS: PAIGETRON! Before I went to the concert, I shaved my armpits in your honor! I salute you dear friend, with baby smooth underarms (for like 6 hours anyway)!




































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