Sarah had the brilliant idea that we should dress up as 80's rockers. Since I am such a great friend I agreed. So we ratted our hair and used super strength hair sprayed, we put on fishnets and miniskirts, we used thick black eyeliner with purple and blue eyeshadow and way too much mascara. Oh yeah, we looked HOTTT! In fact we looked so Hot that we decided to go to dinner before the concert and take public transportation just so even MORE people could get a look at just how Hot we were.
We didn't end up staying for the whole concert. We came up with several reasons why it was OK to leave a little early, like Sarahs claw bangs were starting to get tired, we wanted to beat traffic, daylight savings was throwing us off, ass hole behind us spilled his beer on us, we are getting too old for this shit, etcetera, etcetera. Still it takes balls (or the female equivalent) to dress this hot and venture out into public like we did. But we're mavericks like that.
Blogfully yours,
Summer
10 comments:
rock on!
up the irons!
Clearly you were born in the wrong decade.
NICE!
The wind beneath my vagina is still the best quote of the night.
Balls? Come on...hookers do it every day.
So very jealous.
"beat the traffic", I say that when I want to bail out of a horrible date. with my husband.
it's a good look, though. rock on!
By the by, you have been tagged over on my corner of the blogosphere.
i see some new profile pics!!
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