Marty when we get married, can we get married in St. Louis? (Part 2)

"Clang Clang Clang went the trolley!!"
Oh, the continuation of the St. Louis Story.

After we struck out looking for any sort of anything which resembled civilization in the fair city of St. Louis Missouri, we decide to go back to the hotel and start getting ready for the show. Tiffany jumps in the shower and I go outside for a smoke. (Oh I forgot to mention that it is a bit warmer than Chicago in St. Louis. THE ONLY redeeming factor.) I get back to the room after chain smoking while on the phone with Stephanie and Mimi, and this is what I am greeted with.


We settle in for a minute and watch an episode or two of Mythbusters. It was pretty interesting because they built a lead balloon. It was fascinating. And did I mention the taco bell? SHIT! literally. Anyway...so after very little needed effort, we are ready to hit the thriving nightlife of Saturday night St. Louis. WE get to the venue which is evidently Chuck Berry's restaurant. Now I didn't know that Patrick Fugit was a bar back at Blueberry Hill. Cuz there he was, tatted up schlepping empty dishes. Oh how the mighty fall.

Anyways, I had no idea that there were still places that allowed you to smoke inside. As a smoker, you would think I would be jazzed for such a thing, being used to Chicago and before that Orlando where it is banned. Well, I wasn't. It was a basement venue and to have a enclosed space with a bunch of smoker was just about enough to make me puke. Luckily the beer was cheap and able to take my mind off it. I am not saying I drank too much, although I am not saying I didn't. I decided to take it upon myself to order us our first shot of the night. Lemon drop. Mind you, the bar tender had no idea how to make it, so he gave me two cups filled half way with some strange vodka mixture. I am talking about three finger of liqueur. I think what made it a lemon drop in his mind was the little lemon garnish. Fine with me. As we waited, we had about 6 more rounds of bud light and then we met him. The drunk guy as we call him because we are nothing if not original and creative. Well, drunky evidently bought the Heavy Crown cd and with it came a pair of underpants that had a heart and Lovehammers on the butt. He insisted to us that they were unisex. We assured him they were in fact women's panties but he was insistent. We tried with all our might to get him to put them on over his pants. He told Tiffany that he would buy her the cd so she could have a pair, she politelyish refused. We did convince him to buy us a shot. This time it was gross. It was a shot of cheap ass well tequila. By this time the effects are setting in and my head is swimmy and I start my usual laughing and high fiving and telling people I am drunk. Drunk guy asks if he could take our picture, we said, fine. And what follows is the the one from Tiffany's camera. We dubbed me shiny face. Later Tiffany told me she likes the way I shine on. (I feel like I heard that somewhere else before :))

(ironically "Feel Like Makin' Love is playing right now on my iTunes. Seeing that now is the time I talk about he actual show)

Where do I begin about this show. Oh, the logical place. Marty Casey's outfit. It was his typical fedora, black long sleeve button down shirt, silver vest, red tie, pinstriped pants with a tie on the back belt loops and converse. I tell you what, that man never ceases to amaze me. Anyway, the show was good. Billy sang Bad Luck, Dino gave me bottle nod after I gave him one and of course Bobby was, well...Bobby. I mean, that man plays those drums with such force and conviction that anyone watching, and really paying attention, wouldn't be able to help but think he is something of the Gods. Like Thor himself has made him the honorary God of Thunder or something. The show went on for about 2 hours and they did a great job. Kudos boys. I asked Marty afterwards to play Creep next time and he didn't make me any promises.

By this time I am full swimmy head mode. The show is over and out pops Marty Casey into the see of fans. I wanted a picture so I had to brave the sea of pharmacy bought estrogen to get my chance. I semi embarrass myself

and get an answer to a question from earlier and Tiffany snaps the picture of us. As Marty works his way through the crowd the place clears out and we are left with Cousin Bill and a few others. Now, for those of you who don't know, Cousin Bill is a guitarist with the band and quite honestly one of the funniest guys I have ever met. Tiffany got a picture with him and he told me, "Wait, I have to put on my picture taking face" what happened next makes me really happy because his face is priceless!!!

We laughed with him and these two women for a long while until we were forced to go upstairs. Upon getting upstairs we realize that there is where the lurkers were and Marty was up there with some people. We didn't want to be creepy so we jetted. All in all it was a pretty decent night. I wish there would have been some face time with Bobby/Dino/Billy but hey, this was St. Louis, why not add another fail to the list.

(to be continued

And now, for the Marty Casey Love for tonight. This is the picture I had mentioned before. The color is crazy because the original was darker as you can see.

XOXOX
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