I'm going to see Hole tonight with an old friend I haven't seen in years. The last time we saw each other, we ended up dancing at one of the gay clubs around here until about two in the morning. We left the club sweating and it was fifteen degrees below zero outside because it was January in Minnesota. Fun times. I just remember I refused to put my coat or my sweater back on and was just wandering around in a tank top and jeans. And it's the first time my married name is on the guest list versus the maiden name.
It's funny, I never thought I would listen to Hole, let alone see them live because I don't care much for Courtney Love, but I really like their sound. The girl I am going with is a big fan and we both went to high school when they were big, so there's that whole nostalgia thing. My husband cannot handle Courtney Love in any format. Last time she played here, he and one of his friends was working with the label and she demanded that she get a limo escort to the place she was playing. Well, her hotel was literally two blocks from the place. The label refused to send a limo, she refused to go on without one, and it was left up to my husband's friend to go pick her up himself. What did he pick her up in? This old rusted out half-dead Gremlin, or something to that extent. Now, come on, that's funny.
Their newest album is quite good. I've been listening to it this week so I know some of the songs tonight and it has a lot of emotion to it. I can't really say anything terrible about Courtney Love because I've been in that situation where someone close to you kills themselves and for those of you who haven't been there, that fucks you up severely. After it happened to me, I saw a shrink for long time because my mom wasn't going to have me become completely damaged from it. Still, I think about it every day as I'm sure everyone else does who has been through that and I cry and have the same nightmare about it every Memorial Day because he picked then to do it.
On a lighter note, I do get to get all dolled up. I'm wearing this gold dress over my new skinny jeans with a gold belt and a lot of pretty necklaces and this awesome pair of black pumps. I love getting dressed up. Oh, and I don't care what the site says, this is not a top. It's a freaking dress. The thing is like a size four and goes past my thighs.