Cinderella/Poison Review

I'm in a list making mood, so my review will be in list form.

1. Beer--How do people drink this stuff? I tried. All it did was make me gassy and have to pee pee a zillion times.
2. Oak Mountain--I refuse to call it the Verizon Wireless Music Center. WHATever. I like the idea of the "mountain", what I'm not digging is the outdoorsy-ness of it all. It was HOT. I was sweatin' big time. Maybe I would like the place better if it was cooler outside, like in late October.
3. Dippin Dots--When I gave up drinking beer, Meg and I headed down to the concessions stand and came back to the boys eating Dippin Dots. Chris stared. "Dippin' Dots. How very rock and roll of you."
4. Beaver Sighting--Don't get excited. There was a huge beaver eating leaves outside Casey and Meg's Travel Lodge room before the concert. We were transfixed. This was a very large beave. We considered trying to trap it and take it back home, but realized that that would be insanity.
5. Cinderella--They were great! But here's the thing---as most of you know, I am not a big "rock and roller" type gal---so I don't keep up with their photos. So I'm expecting, you know, the 1988 version of these guys to come out and of course, they have aged. The lead singer of Cinderella was recognizable, but yeah, he looked kind of like a woman now instead of just a rock and roll dude. His voice was a little weak, but Chris said he had just had THROAT CANCER, so you know, I'll give the guy a huge break. He seemed really sincere to me when he apologized to the crowd. I was surprised at how many Cinderella songs I knew. My favorites were: "Don't Know What You've Got (Til It's Gone)" and "Heartbreak Station" (She took the last train...outta my heart...) That was really pretty. I kinda liked "Shake Me", but not as much as...
6. The 16 Year Old Head Banger--who was sitting next us us, shaking his long Ramone-wanna be head off his body. I wanted to tell him to cool it, to think about his spine alignment, but I refrained.
7. Poison--I liked the green and purple lasers! Very cool. I also found myself full of lust watching Bret Michaels dance around the stage. If I wasn't looking directly at Bret Michaels (say, when I was staring at C.C. DeVille and his fantastic facial expressions while he played) I knew to look back over at Bret when I heard Meg yell, "WHOOOO OHHHHH YEAH!" Heh. Swoon. I totally get the Bret Michaels thing now. What killed me was realizing that Chris totally does the Bret Michaels dance move(s) when he is karoaking. The whole jumping up and down and running around with the mike stand. Hysterical.
I was amazed at how much energy these guys had and how so many of them played different instruments. Like Bret Michaels with the harmonica and the lead singer of Cinderella with the slide guitar and sax. I mean, DAMN! Bless Ricki Rockett. I guess he's having some kind of health issue because the boy is bloated looking. When he stood up from the drum set it was like slow motion "Huh?" from the crowd. "Who's that?" He's a hot dude. He'll bounce back. I have faith that he'll come back to his former svelte frame. We all have those not so thin times.
8. Backstage---Chris's friend Ken had backstage passes because of his fiance. (But it was just for them two, not us.) So we waited near the busses, sure that we would get a glimpse of either band getting in. Chris "had a feeling" we would get lucky. Well, not so much. Groupies wandered around and went in the gate towards the backstage area, but Casey, Meg, Chris, and I were told to "back away from the gate." Like we were dangerous or something. Casey, Meg and I eventually just sat back (way back) and watched Chris meander back over to the rent-a-cop who had told us to back off. Slowly but surely, Chris got to the gate again. Then we watched him talking with the security dude. Chris slid some money into his hand. Meg and I were all, "Oh shit. He's taking MONEY out!" Chris came back a few minutes later saying, "The dude wouldn't even take a sixty dollar handshake!" Later, we ran into Ken and his gal who had actually gotten backstage but reported that none of the members of Poison came out to "meet and greet" them, that Bret Michaels only meets his fan club members, but that the drummer from Cinderella signed some stuff for them. Basically, I guess we didn't miss anything by not getting past the dude. (I am also glad I talked Chris out of scaling the fence.) Whew.
9. The Verdict--People have asked, so I'm telling you, from my very limited experience, here's what I think: The Motley Crue arena concert was better and more entertaining than the Poison one. (Liz, you agree, right?) I mean, Tommy Lee "flew through the air" and drummed above our heads. I heart him.
10. I wanted to have a number ten, so I wanted to mention that the Waffle House next to the Travel Lodge is the worst one I've ever had the displeasure of visiting. There. That's ten.