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.

Thanks for playing.