Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Yeeeyah Boiiiiiii

Well, I'm out tonight, headed to see Vanilla Ice at Excalibur downtown. Ew, wait. What?! Yes, that's right. Who's sweet ass scored a free ticket to see VANILLA ICE, aka Rob Van Winkle, play at the cheesiest and worst tourist bar in Chicago? Actually, it was Carl's sweet ass that scored the free tickets; I am just along for the ride in the passenger's seat, banging on the 808. When he called me this afternoon to ask me to go, there was not a shot in hell I could have said no. I had to immediately cancel all scheduled plans and rearrange my life, because this is one of those "awesomely bad" things that VH1 is always referring to, and there is nothing I like more than laughing at Guidos, being blinded by bling, paying $15 for some neon green drink with Red Bull in it, and listening to the Ice. I haven't been this pumped since my first music concert ever, Milli Vanilli, in 1990.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to try to make a last-minute trip to Target for some 8K gold earrings and a Milwaukee Brewers jersey before the show. Wouldn't want to stick out like a sore thumb, now would I? Details to follow.

posted by KA @ 8:10 PM