Tommy Lee and I are Not Pals

Still catching up...

Last month I had a work think in Vega$ at the Mandalay Bay. The Mandalay Bay has a new tattoo joint called Starlight Tattoo. They also have a House of Blues. One evening I stood in line for the elevator after our Internet Cafe setup and I saw that Starlight Tattoo was holding their grand opening party at the House of Blues. In the elevator bank there is an entrance to the "House of Blues Foundation Room" which I can only assume is a special lounge the the House of Blues makes available to VIPs.

The long line for the elevator kept me standing there for some time and along came Tommy Lee of Motley Crue fame with a small entourage consisting of a hot little brunette and a bunch of dudes with make up, highlights and rock star clothes that I can only assume were in his band. One of the dudes, the one in a suit who was probably a personal assistant or road manager or something (but he still had make up and highlights - or not, I don't remember, but it's my story so shut up) went to the suited guy who manned the velvet rope in front of the foundation room and they chatted a bit while Tommy Lee stood there looking around.

Even though I've never been a huge fan of the Crue or Mr. Lee's projects since then I always enjoy being in proximity to celebrity and say what you want about him, Tommy Lee is a celebrity. So I watched him looking around and he made eye contact with me. My intention was not to have a staring contest with Tommy Lee, but I couldn't help but be curious as to how long he would hold eye contact before he either got pissed enough to swing at me or look away. He probably held eye contact for three seconds before the little brunette said something to him and he looked away to talk to her.

I wonder what went through his mind during those three seconds. I wonder if I looked familiar to him and maybe he thought he should know who I am. Nope, Mr. Lee, even though I have long hair and earrings, you don't know me and there's no reason you should remember me from somewhere. We're not pals. We're not homies. Rock on, Tommy Lee.

That is all.

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Overheard in the Supermarket Right Before Valentine's Day

It's been a while since I last posted and it seems like there are quite a few things that I should get caught up on. I'm more than a month late on this, but I wanted to share a conversation I overheard in the supermarket (names are changed because I don't remember them):

Woman: I heard the cutest thing at the pre-school today.

Man: Oh yeah?

Woman: Jimmy was making a valentine with the rest of the kids, so I asked him "What'cha got there?" He said "A valentine." "Who's it for?" I asked. "Billy! He's my boyfriend." It was so precious.

Man: I don't approve of homosexuality among small children.

I don't know if there was more said as these people were behind me and I was almost out of the building with my purchases, but I just want to go on record as being absolutely one-hundred percent in favor of "homosexuality among small children" -- if you get all bent out of shape about it when they're four then things are really gonna suck when they're fourteen. Kids should be able to say what's true about them in any given moment and trying to stifle that truthfulness (about anything) only leads to self-loathing, secrecy, suicide, murder, rape of small animals and things even more ridiculous and terrible. Be good parents: leave your children the hell alone.

That is all.

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