There is a follow up post to the cats and blinds post called The Pros and Cons of Voyeuristic Sex Contests. That post will likely be released on Wednesday. Today is the Showtime post where I talk about the acts that played this weekend. Monday is the meme and Tuesday is Ask-a-Cop. Anyone know the number for the guy that invented blogs? I'd like to call him and see if I can get my soul back.
My blog has been rated as PG because apparently, I have used the word "hell" twice and the word "pain" once. And you thought Jerry Falwell was strict? I checked on the rating for the Success Warrior Blog just out of curiosity. It was rated PG also because supposedly I have used the word "penis" twice and the word "viagra" once.
First, I'm not so sure that I really did. Second, it seems odd that those words were used in the financial blog and not in the humor blog. In fact, "hell" and "pain" are more likely to be used over there. Maybe the program has mixed the two up. Of course, at this point, I have mentioned all four words even more times and so some of you may want to turn the monitor away from easy view of your children.
Read on if you dare. This PG stuff can get pretty risque.
Lucky me, I got to hear another country star. Yippee ky yay!
I have a question for the ladies in my readership. This is something that has confused me for quite some time and I was reminded about it again on Friday while I was watching the crowd listening to my good friend Clint play the harmonica (which he's pretty darn good at, by the way).
Much of my job is monitoring the front of the stage to make sure no drunk women jump up there to dance with their favorite hunk of a country star. Sitting in the front row was this woman with long legs and a shirt skirt. When she sat down, she had to lift her butt back up so she could try to pull the skirt down half an inch. She did this many times during the act. She also kept her legs crossed the entire performance or Clint Black would have been the one to get a show.
I see this sort of thing all the time in the casino. Women wear these pants that barely cover their crack (front and back) and spend most of the time pulling them up. Others wear shirts made to show off a bit of stomach and probably have triceps of steel since they stand there and pull their shirt down over their stomach for hours.
Clue me in here ladies. If you don't want your butt crack to show or your stomach to show, why don't you buy clothes that serve that purpose instead of the opposite?
Women, both dressed appropriately and those struggling to cover parts of their body, love Air Supply. All those love songs, played back to back, just drove them crazy and I thought for sure I was going to be taking one off the stage.
There was one girl that kind of got on stage over on CW's side. I watched but it was his duty to take care of her. The best way to explain what she was doing is like this. Have you ever been to Sea World? There is a little display platform at the front of Shamu's tank. During the show, Shamu comes sliding up on his belly and smiles for pictures. Then he slides back off into the water. Yeah, it was like that. She slid up there about 4 times and I wondered if she would ever be able to enough of her body up on the stage that she could stand. CW enticed her back off the stage with some smelt and that was the end of the problem.
After the show, Graham and Russell (Air Supply for all of you that didn't know - like me - thank goodness for Wikipedia) went to my casino and visited out on the floor. The band that was playing for them was from Salt Lake City and the band brought family with. Air Supply visited with the band and their families. No one else bothered them which was nice for me. We kept on eye on them just in case but it all went smooth.
I didn't get Clint's autograph, he wasn't doing them. Air Supply signed autographs for everyone that wanted it. The line of women went right out the door. I had a woman take my back stage pass and get it signed. I have a bunch of autographed backstage passes that I chuck into a box and pictures stuffed in an envelope. I'm not even sure what to do with this stuff. I need to write the names of the stars on the backs of the pictures because I won't remember who a lot of them are.
"Yeah, and here's a picture of me with a country singer."
"Who is it?"
"You know, it's what's his name. He sings country music."
"You don't know, do you?"
"Uhh, no."
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