I Wanna Rock-N-Roll All Night

And blog it every day, honey....

Yesterday, I was sitting on my bed pondering my life when the phone rang.

It's my downstairs neighbor Celene.

Celene: Hi, honey.

Me: Helllooo....

Celene: What's going on?

Me: Not a damn thing. I'm broke and bitter.

Celene: Wanna go see a KISS cover band? They're midgets.

Me: What time do I need to be ready?

We arrive at the Tap Room and notice that a considerable crowd is already there.

This is my version of heaven: fancy ladies in heels with Bettie Page haircuts and foxy inked fellas with mutton chops.

The music swells, the crowd roars.

Since the band is only about waist high, it's very hard to see above the heads in the crowd.

Suck in the gut and slip and slide through....

Closer...

I am in heaven. And I wake up from this dream, Patrick Fucking Duffy better be in my shower.

Rock and Roll for everyone.

Rock and Roll forever.

Beth.

Lick It Up.

The money shot.