I hope you had a wonderful weekend....and hey, what's this all about? Somebody on Facebook wrote that they heard on the radio that you said you were thinking about coming out of retirement?! I hope that's not just another silly rumor. BUT....are you sure you want to?? I think....well, it doesn't matter what I think....but that must be a very tough decision for you. You never know what could happen....maybe you could find yourself ending up HERE... *whether you want to be in it or not!*
That's me with my RAMMSTEIN t-shirt on, (their concert was ECSTATICALLY BEYOND ANY DEFINITION OF AWESOME)!! But, as we all know, since they will probably never end up being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum, (cuz that place kinda blows), I decided that I am gonna be the one to bring them there myself!!! (I am such a badass rebel don'tchanknow). And so, they were officially INDUCTED, by ME.
Well, Stevie baby, if you ARE thinkin' about coming back out of retirement, I will be very happy. If you DON'T though, it's okay with me too. I miss ya, but I am glad you're happy doing whatever you want to do. And please keep in mind, that you don't HAVE to come out of retirement just for ME.....because my sweet lovable troubadour from heaven, I have already "inducted" you too!!
Oh yesssssss, I did!! WOO HOO!!!
Cuz babycakes, I JUST LOVE YOU. No matter WHAT.
Yes indeed my friend, I took YOU WITH ME to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum. Of COURSE I would!! Did you have any doubt whatsoever?! Yep, no matter what those idiots who work there say and do, YOU HAVE BEEN ALL THROUGH THAT PLACE, TOTALLY AND OFFICIALLY (by ME) "INDUCTED" THERE, and that's that. So they can bite some rocks and STFU. And now YOU can say you've been there before Neal Schon could even walk through the damned door. hehehehehehehe (Please ignore my bad hair day, though).
I said to the dude workin' at the gift shop, "If I find anything Journey or Steve Perry in this place FOR SALE, I'm gonna raise holy HELL to get them inducted into this place, if I gotta beat everybody's asses who work here." Sure enough, wouldn't you know it, they had a $120 framed Escape album. REALLY?! One hundred twenty BUCKS, for a frame, an album cover, and a piece of round plastic, that I ALREADY OWN?! I could go purchase my OWN damned frame and mat, and DO IT MYSELF for less than $50 bucks. Cripes, what a rip-off. Made me damned mad. You can see my reflection in the glass...taking the picture before I got yelled at. (I can be sneaky sometimes)!!
Ya know, for a museum that's supposed to be dedicated to music, that gift shop didn't have ANY record players, 8-track tapes, cassettes, or even musical instruments (except a few mini guitars), or anything really COOL to see in the exhibitions, like non-stop videos from various artists, or fun stuff to DO, like make your own music video. Sure, they had a green screen that Pete and I stood in front of with 2 guitars to look like WE are rock stars, (they put us on a Rolling Stone magazine cover).
Yeah, he wore his Journey t-shirt and I wore the t-shirt that has YOU all over it. Cute, huh?!
We're just dorky tourists....yep......can't deny that.
But, really the whole place is just full of "look at the funny old clothes these people used to wear." I mean, who gives a shit?! So what?? I don't care if they were friggin' NAKED the whole time, SHOW ME how they performed in concert, or at least let me LISTEN TO their MUSIC.
Now, I have to admit, I know very little about the Grateful Dead (victim of being born in the wrong decade), so THAT part of the Museum was pretty cool and I learned a lot. I have a much more deep respect for those guys than I ever did before. I also learned all about Les Paul, (Polfus was his real last name), and WOW that dude was AWESOME. What a life!! I was truly impressed by him and all that he accomplished at such a young age! Cool dude, very cool.
But OH!!!! The very first thing they hit me in the head with when I walked through the door was ELVIS PRESLEY, and brutha, like I was 9 years old all over again (same age as his daughter), I cried my damned eyes out. Seriously. I saw the huge car that he bought for somebody....what a land yacht!! And the leather jacket he wore in a movie, and all sorts of neat items, like his official police officer badge....BUT----ohhhhhh they had this awesome documentary FILM playing, right in the middle of it all, of a tour with him in concert-----something I never saw before----and just SEEING him larger than life, performing on stage, had me cryin' like a baby. God I miss him so much.
Before YOU came along, Stephen, I loved Elvis more than the moon and the sun. I really truly did. These young kids came running in and screamed ELVIS!! WOW!! IT'S ELVIS!! and I turned around to this female chaperone of this school group and I said, "Those kids just made my day---I didn't think anybody under the age of 20 even knew who Elvis WAS!" And they were GEEKED. It was sweet.
Anyway, I'll write more tomorrow, but here's me in my awesome chain mail fairy outfit....sans the wings....(yes, I have WINGS but I didn't want to trip and poke anybody's eyes out so I didn't wear them)....I took the whole outfit in, to be resized by Pendragon, he is the coolest chain mail maker in the universe---a friend of ours---and he re-sized it for me. He's friends with Alice Cooper, who has him come to his concerts and dress up sexy women in chain mail to dance onstage with him!
He was a vendor at the BDSM event weekend that we attended. I've had the damned outfit for nearly 2 years, but I've only worn it once because, well, it looked like a damned TIN CAN on me. Nothing sexy about a tin can! (Florence used to say, "They called me CRISCO when I was younger, because I had a lotta FAT in the CAN!") But now that I've lost weight, he had to remove FIVE INCHES OF CHAINS from the whole thing, all the way around!! I've still got more weight to lose, but I'm lovin' the added curviness so far!! This is the back of it. Typically, I do NOT wear anything under it. But for all my vanilla friends, that would have been a little too freakish for them, I think. As it is now, just posting this to Facebook had several friends confused as hell about me. hehehehehehe
Yes, once and awhile, I like to pretend I am XENA THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!! hehehehehe
Now all I need is a chain mail bikini, and that chain mail FLOGGER to the left of me!! Oh, and that long awesome SKIRT in the corner to the left too...THAT is amazing!! This stuff is HEAVY to wear, though, lemme tell ya. I think, as a matter of fact, I should wear this outfit every time I get on the treadmill. What a cool idea!! It would make the workout TWICE as intense!!
And I'm very very happily geeked to report that I got a brand new, red and black CORSET that looks fuggin' AWESOME on me....(I don't mean to sound conceited, but LOOK)!!!....Well, I'm sure you've seen much sexier chicks in your lifetime, but lemme tell ya, babycakes, I FELT very sexy!! And ya know, when you're overweight for a decade, feeling sexy kinda goes right out the window.
Having that feeling again, well, is really kinda nice.
It's hard to take my own picture standing in front of a mirror. I know I look like a total grinning DORK, but the CURVES of the thing just blew me away....I hadda do it. This corset was on CLEARANCE from one of the vendors, and it fits like a glove and feels SO GOOD. I love love love love corsets. And collars. And mesh fingerless gloves. And badass high-heeled shoes and boots....yeah, I'm a sucker for all that frilly fru-fru crap.
Well, on that note, I'm on my way to bed. I am exhausted. It was a fun-filled busy weekend, but I'm glad I can sleep in tomorrow. The Museum was interesting, the Pink Floyd area was small, (one big white brick wall with some bricks missing, and a long message written by Roger Waters on it, along with a few things from the video/film like the t.v. set and the old chair in front of it, the huge "monster" lookin' thing...weird stuff. But, overall, it wasn't exactly a thrill.
Anyway, just want you to know that I love you more than all the chocolate on the planet....let me repeat that, in case the MAGNITUDE of that statement didn't quite sink in---MORE than all the CHOCOLATE on the entire PLANET. For a woman who's rediscovering her curves and sexiness again, to pick a MAN over CHOCOLATE.....well, it's something you should feel quite complimented by, to say the least. 'Cause I LOVE chocolate.
Okay, chocolate man, have a good night, and promise me that you won't just rush into deciding about coming back from retirement....everything happens for a reason.....search your SOUL before you decide. And if you never come back, it really won't matter because what you've already DONE for so long, will be your life's legacy. Either way, you are blessed, and loved.
---Rebecca
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