Ok, I'm just sitting here, feeling sorry for myself. Tonight is this concert of bands that I grew up with - LA Guns, Dokken, Firehouse, Ratt and Warrant. Because Earl produces the radio show, he is on his way there to hang out with the bands before and during the show, do some interviews for the show, stuff like that. Me? I get to stay at home and pack for moving because the house isn't even close to ready (Gee, couldn't be because Earl has put in all of 2 hours of packing time, could it?). Don't even get to see the show. You have to understand, hanging out backstage and being able to actually TALK to these bands has been a dream of mine since I was a teen - and I was OBSESSED with 4 of the 5 bands. Being the only responsible one in the family really sucks.
OK, I'm done whining now. I'm really not looking for pity for me - I've got that covered by myself.
But if anyone else wants to join my pity party, feel free. I've got the whine and cheese covered...
OK, I'm done whining now. I'm really not looking for pity for me - I've got that covered by myself.