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Body Paint and Glitter



It is time for me to acknowledge it…..I am getting old. Last night, I took my girls to a Ke$ha concert. (For those of you who don’t know who she is, I have posted one of her music videos above - Patti's favorite.) Before we even got to the amphitheater, I knew I was not dressed appropriately. I thought I was dressed for the weather in shorts and a tee shirt. (The girls wore jeans and a tee shirt.) Apparently, to fully enjoy this particular concert, one should be in ripped up leggings, short-shorts, and a skimpy top outfit or a super-skimpy dress ending just below the curve of the butt. The male counterpart would be either short-shorts or super skinny jeans. Whichever outfit is decided upon should include body paint and glitter. Lots of glitter.
Ever since she heard about the concert, Patti bugged me to take her.  I put her off for two months. After all, the big adventure of the summer was going to Missouri to see Sean’s graduation from boot camp. When Tony came home from work last week and suggested I take both Sana and Patti, I bought the tickets. And then, I saw the name of the tour….The Sleazy Tour.
Not only was most of the audience dressed according to the theme of the evening, the opening band, LMFAO, set the tone by singing about being sexy and partying. Much to my children’s chagrin, I had no problem singing and dancing with all the other sexy people in the audience. I began to get uncomfortable with the pulse of “Shot! Shot! Shot!” surging through a VERY young, scantily-clad audience. I looked over to see my daughter in the midst of “the party in the house tonight” paying rapt attention to the men on stage dancing in their sequined Speedos. She took her eyes off of them long enough to describe how many abs one of them had along with how hot she found them to be.
I left them dancing as to the sounds of the opening band and went to go find a bathroom. I waited in line for 30 minutes occasionally glancing over at the men’s room where the wait was approximately 30 seconds. Finally, a few of us decided we weren’t up to waiting another 30 minutes to get to the stalls when there were some not being used so nearby. The men’s room it was! I would love to know what was going through the minds of the men as about 10 women stormed took over the stalls while they lined up the urinals. Please keep in mind the attire and average age of the evening. The things fantasies are made of I imagine – gorgeous women coming into a place sacred to men only.  As I was washing my hands, I thanked one of the men for sharing the bathroom with us. I don’t think he was too excited about it. All that estrogen invading his space caused a bit of urinary blockage. He couldn’t seem to pee with all of us in there.
I got back to my seat just as the lights went dim. Ke$ha was about to hit the stage. Things were about to get sleazy. I danced and sang along to the first four or five songs. After that, they started to all sound alike so I sat down and started chatting on my phone. I could no longer see what was going on up on stage. Apparently, sleazy is an understatement. I consider myself to be a very open person who can tolerate pretty much anything. However, last night I was a bit uncomfortable sitting beside my daughters as she sang about sexual things very blatantly.  What wasn’t uncomfortable and brought me much joy, was watching my girls smile and dance with pure joy of hanging out with such a cool mother! (Okay, so maybe the joy was more about singing and dancing along with Ke$ha in person.)

Tickets to see Ke$ha concert - $109
Dinner for three at the concert - $38
Rickshaw ride - $9
Watching my girls – PRICELESS

Next week – Journey, Foreigner, and Night Ranger. Guess I should leave the glitter and body paint at home for that show.

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