Boobfest....I mean Cruefest

Let me start off by saying, Motely Crue rocks. I've seen some pretty amazing concerts in the past decade, but this made it into the top 5.

Trainer and I haven't really been fighting, but we haven't been peaches and cream lately either. The stress of the new business is taking a little bit of a toll, mostly on me. I'm trying to be supportive, but I think I'm being a little overbearing and possibly a little needy. I feel like I NEED to be in control, but it's not my business. I feel like I NEED him to want to spend more time with me because he has more time on his hands, but that time happens to be when I'm working. It's a no win situation for him. And yet, I can't stop myself from this behavior. What is that?? It's similar to those times when you start to say something and it's coming out wrong, but you just can't stop yourself! Have you ever had one (or many) of those moments? The chick on your shoulder is saying "Shut the F- up!" and you just keep rambling. Ugh, yeah...

Anyway, Trainer was late getting home from his meeting and then he wasn't rushing to get ready. We were picking up our friends and so I finally asked, "Did you at least call them?" He says, "Yeah." That's it. No more words came from his mouth. Fine. I just read until he was ready to go. Then on the way over we didn't talk at all, it was that uncomfortable silence. So, when we get to New Orleans' apartment I say, "Is it going to be weird like this all night?" And he says, "What are you talking about??" I say, "These one word answers? I'm trying to communicate with you and all I get is a one word answer!" He says, "Whatever." UGH! So, fake it til you make it comes into play and we act like the happy couple that we are. ;) Haha. Trainer was supposed to drive down and I was staying sober and driving back so they could get their drink on at the concert. Well, as soon as we go to pick up the devilish duo New Orleans opens a beer for Trainer. So, I drove both ways. Terrific, that helped my mood.

We get to the venue and Trainer say, "Sorry." But in a way that you know that he's just saying it and not really meaning it. I say, "For what?" and just shrug my shoulders. We go to find our seats and it turns out that we are in the orchestra section...which is the mosh pit area...and there are no chairs. Now, for the true blue concert goer you're thinking, 'Uh, yeah, you stand up the entire concert anyway, what's the big deal?' However with my leg 'issue' I like to sit down every once in a while, but I'll make due. Brassy didn't realize that we didn't have actual seats, but I wasn't mad. Everyone always thinks I'm mad?? What is up with that? Anyway, the music was already going when we got there.

There were five bands in all - Trapt, Sixx: A.M., Papa Roach, Buckcherry and of course the Crue. My favorite was Crue of course, but I have to say that I may start listening to more Papa Roach. He was so good on stage and actually jumped into the mosh pit. Buckcherry...I could leave 'em, not a big fan of their concert, Trapt was new, but good and Sixx: A.M. has some real potential. Their lead guitarist is this crazy kid who resembles Nikki Sixx and looked like he was 17. Tropical storm Dolly blew through so it was nice and cool with a little bit of rain. We were under the covered area so it wasn't bad at all. The boobs were pretty much under "control" until the Tit E. Cam came out with Tommy Lee of Motley Crue. I mean, there were plenty on display...and some amazing feats of defying gravity. We had the trashy 50 year olds trying to look 20 that pulled their tiger striped hooker boots out of the closet and on the other side of the age spectrum we had the 20 year olds that were trying to look just old enough to drink legally.

When Motley Crue took the stage I was amazed, more amazed at how excited I was. I don't even know all the words to all of their songs, but I could sing the chorus with the best of them! I was probably 20 feet away from Nikki, Vince, Tommy and Mick. And let me tell you, Mick Mars can still play a mean guitar, he was amazing, although he really just stood in one spot. Tommy is still sexy in that really, really bad boy way, Nikki still has that I f-ing rock because I came back from the dead...more than once...thing going on and Vince still has the lungs to make you smile and want to take off your clothes.

The three kids drank, but didn't get wasted, that was a relief. I drove us home after stopping off for breakfast/dinner at 1am. I was exhausted and woke up at 8:30am because Fifi just HAD to be fed. Things seem to be better with Trainer and I this morning. But, I'm sure it's all me. I'M better, which makes US better. Who knows. I just hope this all passes soon. I'm not even PMS-ing...WTF. Now it's time for me to stop wasting time...haha...and get ready to go into work. It's going to be a late night tonight...and then tomorrow...Heart, Journey and Cheap Trick. Concert-o-rama baby!

I'll leave you with this question - What do you do to get out of that cycle of self-defeating behavior?