That was a crazy game of poker.........

I don't care what you do in life, give birth, lend a helping hand, find a cure for cancer, if you never take the opportunity to see a O.A.R. concert live then you live the incomplete life. I say this b/c you'll never see O.A.R. on MTV or VH1 or bastardized in some promo gig. They're not one hit wonders nor billboard chart toppers. However, they are a great band. I had the pleasure of seeing their documentary "Behind the Backline" in theater last night. Of the 100+ seats only 20 or so were filled. No matter. We that have been to a live show got to relive the magic you feel at an O.A.R concert. The band really makes you feel a part of the show and the performance. Their summer tour is kicking off so hopefully work doesn't have me traveling on July 25th b/c O.A.R. will be in Indy.
Last night's glory was elevated by the Landmark Theater in the Keystone Fashion Mall. Landmark has come to the intelligent conclusion that the movie experience can only be positively enhanced through libations. There's the Indie Lounge attached to the theater and patrons of age are allowed to take their libations into the theater. Friggin' awesome except for my pathetically small and girl-like weak bladder. But it was kool b/c there a girl from a local music store selling the O.A.R. 2 disc concert dvd that I was watching on the big screen in the lobby. I was like "is this what I'm watching right now" and once confirmed I bought the set for street value. I must now erect a theater-esque viewing room so I may relive the magic over and over :-D
The night was topped off by delicious Hooter's hot wings and cold beer. There was this bar/grill next door called Beer Skellar (pronounced cellar) so I decided to check it out since it was in the same parking lot as my hotel. Nice place. The first bar I've ever seen with Camel No. 9s stocked. So, after a few beers I head home to my rathole of a Days Inn. Now, I'm not sure who or what's to blame cause I love wing, beer and smokes but the combo did not go gently into the night. I could blame the skanky waitress for not bringing me the fortifying curly fries like I had ordered but I like skanky waitresses. So, I find myself returning the wings to the earth from which they came. Be no mistaking it, not to the sewer system, to the earth. Couldn't make it all the way inside b/c a simple belch turned into a horrific shower of semi-digested hot wings. Luckily for me, no one came out of the hotel side door that I was at and I didn't get any on my clothes. Unluckily for me, the crime scene was still fresh this morning........staring at me as I did my walk of shame to my car to go to work.......head hung low......... Ha! As if I gave a damn ;-) Better out than in. In fact, I think that the good lord didn't want me to gain weight from eating so close to bedtime and commanded me to purge my body like a teenage hollywood starlet.