Like many parents of small kids who work from home, my days are usually filled with taking care of kids, chores, the house, trying to fit in some work, and maybe getting a shower in there somewhere while feeling like I’m failing at most of it. It can be mind-numbing and maddening and mundane.
However, on occasion, I feel like I’m living in my own continuous music video with a combination of Fun.’s “Some Nights,” Wiz Khalifa’s “Young, Wild & Free,” and P!nk’s “Rock Star.” Back in my twenties, I never thought that at thirty-seven I would be meeting some of my favorite personalities, spontaneously go to a concert, and end the evening at IHOP all in one night. But I did. And when I think about how ornery I was a few weeks ago about not being chosen for the Disney Social Media Moms Retreat, I shrug. Regardless of not always getting the opportunities I think I want, blogging is something I love, and even though I don’t get to do everything I want to do, I still get to do a lot of cool stuff.
Remember last week when I was giving away tickets to see Andy Cohen at the Shine for Women event in Charlotte? I was so excited I couldn’t stand it. Heather and Mandie were so excited they built him a gigantic cake inspired by the Real Housewives (Kim, Teresa, and Taylor) cakes Heather has made for my birthdays past.
What made the evening even better was how great the other performers were. My favorite, by far, was Jeanne Jolly. Holy amazeballs, y’all. Girl has got some pipes. You can go here to download her version of “Hallelujah” for $1.29; all of the proceeds to go cancer research. Better yet, download her whole album. It is excellent, and so is she.
During the show, the bakers and I got to go backstage and meet Jeanne and Andy. I may or may not have (did, gah) slipped Andy my card, dropped a name of someone I thought we both knew. (He didn’t, and I felt like a putz) thinking it would endear me to him. I’m still banging my head on the desk thinking about all of the other actual questions I had for him. Like why do some people call Mauricio “Maurice” on RHOBH? What’s his MF name?) Next time, Andy, I will not be such a spaz. (Not really. But hopefully I won’t be worse.) Thankfully, he was gracious and overlooked (maybe) my awkward fangirl ramblings.
After the Shine event was over, we scored tickets to go see P!nk, who was playing a few blocks away. We were almost close enough to the ceiling to touch it, but I’m not kidding when I say that even from lofty heights it was one of the most incredible shows I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if there are award shows for concert stage design/choreography/general wow factor, but I want to go and present it to whomever did it for P!nk. (Who am I kidding? I just want to go to an awards show.) I’ve never seen a concert like it. She’s a bad ass (obvs), and here’s a video I borrowed from Jon Wilson of her encore performance.
After the show and several drinks later, we realized we hadn’t eaten in hours. Mandie’s very nice husband came and picked us up, and because we wanted to hang out with some people who were looking to get shot or score some blow (of which we did neither) the IHOP and a Philly cheese steak at 2 am seemed like a good idea. It has been years since I’ve been out that late eating at that type of place, but things don’t change. It was filled with drunken post-St. Patrick’s Day revelers, business men in suits, women in hooker heels, drug-dealing thugs, and us.
Which just proves that no matter how old I get, I’m still a rock star. Just like P!nk. And Keith Richards. Whatevs.