Out of tears

So I am back home now from my rocking good Def Leppard show..

sonsabitches..


I need to stop being so bitter. BUT when all day Tuesday I am calling the arena, and talking to the person who runs Def Leppards website and ALL tell me the show is a go, I guess I assume the show is a go. I mean they did not even post on the site it was postponed until I was already in Michigan.


What a fucking tragic turn of events.



The train ride there was about 17 hours. Nearly the whole way I kept hearing these gay guys talking about semen, insemination, and samples..


I kept having to wash my hands every few minutes..


Then the last time they were talking about it, they were talking about horse sperm.




Thats when I just started banging my head on the window.


Finally around midnight we get to our hotel, where I go right for my bed. And of course I cant sleep, because, I can never sleep.


I lay awake tossing and thinking all night, about what a damn waste this whole trip is and if they would of informed me about this even 12 hours sooner, I could of avoided this whole thing and been able to go back in August which is when they re-scheduled it.






But, NO, they don't roll that way...

My dad told me I need to follow a more depandable band...


What does he know anyway?


Thursday night a friend I know strictly thru Def Leppard came to pick us up..She was going to the show as well, but she lives in Grand Rapids, so it was not much of a loss for her.


So we went to a local bar, drank, sang, drank, then did our own Def Leppard show for the great people of this tiny smoke filled bar.


I am not sure they thoroughly enjoyed it as much as we did...but at this point, does it really matter anyway?



Here we are..


This is mom and I, we always take pics of us before any Def Leppard event.

If the show would of went on, I would of been WAY more slutty looking, hell maybe topless, whose to say....But since it was not, it was just me wearing a sweat shirt, 3 sizes to big and lots of eyeliner, cause thats how I was rolling that night..

Here is me and my Leppard pal..

Here are all of us....

Here we are doing our own Lep show, cause ya no, someone had to put on a damn show..

So then that takes us to Friday, when I was up in my room stewing about how I wanted to go on some sort of shooting up things rampage..

I then decided to go sit outside because it was like 80 degrees out and hell, I had not a thing better to do.

As I am sitting on the bench, these gray buses pull in...Now me with my keen sense of knowing whose damn buses these are, I nearly pee myself..

So them I'm wondering why Def Leppard buses are pulling in, when there is NO show. Then hundreds of people come walking out of hotel..and toward the buses.

It was ALL the road crew....

So I start making nice with one of them, telling him how I came all this way for this piece of shit show and blah blah blah...

He then tells me he is going to go get me something from the bus...

And this is what he brings me..

No, not the cell phone..

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These are three very worn, very used guitar pics that some of the guys use while on the bus...

That was nice of him to shower me with gifts of this sort...

I gave one of the pics to my Lepp pal who was in mourning just like I was..

Made us feel a little better, but not enough to not sit and talk about how pissed off and disappointed we still were.

So now I am getting a refund on my tickets, because I am not going back.

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Then if all this wasn't bad enough, hubs calls me to inform me that my finical aide for school went thru, BUT they are not giving me the full amount, because they think we make to much money and somehow I can bleed out 5 grand of my own money..

Mind u I start Monday, 21st...TODAY..

So I am suppose to go chat with the gal and she has other options I can look into for the remaining balance I am going to owe.

My life gets cheerier by the freaking mili0second.

I don't feel much like talking anymore about the shit I saw and did on my trip, I'm still very depressed.

And to top all that off, I was 3 hours away from family and friends I have not seen in months, and no one wanted/could come see me. After a 17 hour treck on the rails, it woulda been nice to see a familiar face if even for a few hours.

Kinda makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I was as close to suicidal tendencies that weekend then I have in my whole life.

No show, and then no one wanted to come see me..

Hell yeah bitches..

I am however planning a trip to Iowa to the state fair in August, because they are playing there....and if they don't show up, there will be puppy kicking.

I wont be around much, I will be gone 60 hours a week for this schooling monkey business and then I suppose with the remaining hours of the days I should take shower, cook and beat the kids.

So right now its Iowa or bust...

I am trying to block this whole entire trip out of my mind. The more I think about it, the more depressed I get.