Mellencamp Review Part 2: Don't talk to strangers

But first: Ok, I think it would be kinda funny to post the video of me and Patsy singing to Mellencamp. Its hysterical, at least to me. You can't see us, but you sure can hear us. Hub thinks its funny too; he keeps blasting it throughout the house. I think he loves my singing voice, haha. But I have no idea how to post it on here. Can anyone help?

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Yes, my mom did teach me to never talk to strangers. However. When I have had a few drinks and I look at someone and have a question for them, I am completely not shy about asking them.

At the concert Saturday, we were tailgating for a while before these two odd girls came up and sat near us. One of them had on a shirt made out of ties. As in, neck ties.

She also had her thong underwear hanging out of her pants (which I hate, btw). So I had to ask her about this.


Her underwear said "No Worries" on them, because that is apparently her motto in life. Um ok. She made the shirt herself and was awfully proud. She also showed me *all* of her tattoos...and one was way-far-down under her underwear line. Something I did not need to see. But Hub liked it. A little while later, they had left to go in and get a space on the lawn for the show, and Patsy and I had to pee. So we trudged off to the portapotties (which, at least when we got there, were surprisingly clean). The line was insane, and we had decided to turn around and go use the woods (I have told you before, we are broads, not girlie girls. And when you gotta go, you gotta go). But behold, the two weirdos are on line, near the front! I figured that she had already shown me her vagina, maybe she would let me cut in line? So I go up all friendly-like, and say "OMG, where did you guys go? We were looking all over for you!" They seemed thrilled to talk to me again (no, seriously, they did) and of course they let us cut in line. We said, ok, see you inside! And of course we never saw them again because we weren't about to look for two freaks in amongst all the other freaks.

Then, we are sitting on the lawn, Fogerty is done and we are waiting for Mellencamp to come on. There is a blonde in front of us, whom I think our friend J was enamoured with. She has writing on her underwear too! (I am talking about around the waistband, ya know, like on Calvins?) So I am now a pro at getting women to let me look at their undies, so I started talking to her. Here are her undies:

They obviously say "Hanes Her Way". She turned out to be very nice, from what I recall. She was there with her daughter, who was in her early 20's. I could only hope to look that good at her age...or at my age for that matter.

Here's another random freak in the crowd near us dancing. He was outta control but sure was having a good time:

And then here is some crazy woman (or very drunk woman) who we did not know who just came and sat on our blanket, and then I guess passed out on it:

So that's all the freaks I remember. There were probably more. But don't worry - we'll be seeing Motley Crue in less than a month, so there will certainly be more stories to be told!