I woke up this morning and couldn’t remember what day it was. I just assumed it was Saturday because my head was pounding. I was sadly mistaken.
Now I’m sitting at my desk completely MISERABLE because of last night. What happened, you ask?
Well, this is the email I received from SerialDater at 3:30 yesterday:
“ya’ll up for kid rock at gwinnett arena tonight? starts at 7:30. lemme know if you want to go. its in a suite.”
Kid Rock? Not a fan. Suite? That means open bar, right? You bet it does!
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Ok, it’s taken me an hour to write that part. And I almost wrote “right” instead of “write”. I’m struggling. So let me give you the highlights. In a bulleted list. Oooh, you like that, right?
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People were tailgating out of big rigs.
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Mullets, mullets, mullets
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Lots of camouflage
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Open bar and me as the bartender (BAD IDEA. BAAAAAD.)
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SerialDater’s coworker made out with 2 different girls (and doesn’t remember doing so)
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Mmm, tasty wings and guacamole
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Run from Run DMC and Travis Tritt performed.
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Cute boy I couldn’t give my number to because SerialDater cockblocked me. Don’t try to deny it. There was definitely some blocking of the cock.
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Umm, anything else?
I got a good night’s sleep though!
how did I cock block you? As I remember, I spent most of the night fighting with Metro.
When we were leaving and you practically sprinted to get out of there. I was afraid of being left behind.
Wow, rough. I can feel your hangover through the blog. Try having a big lunch and a lot of coffee and water.
And you know, you could always give me your number. I’m uncockblockable (I guess that’s not even a word, but oh well).
I was ready to beat the mass exodus. Yes, I am now an old person. Who hates crowds when leaving concerts.
Does Kid Rock’s hair look as greasy in person as it does on television?
your description of the kid rock show is exactly how i imagined it would be like.