Rock of Love Came to Wild Bills Friday Night!

My posse and I went to WB's Friday night for Bret Freaking Michaels, yes, that's right, BM. He rocked it like it was 1990 baby. He was energetic, sang all the hits, and was as nice a guy as we all saw in the ROL trilogy. I haven't seen a crowd that large in some time. My friend Amby got us 4 passes, and then Deb, Shelly and I just watched the horror unfold. Some of the girls there looked like it was a casting call for ROL. WB's is usually a good time and the last time we all went these cubs were hitting on us. Entertaining as all get out, but you really don't want to tell us group of ladies you are a detective and then be shocked when none of us believe you. Especially since Amby knows quite a few police personnel and she starts asking you for exact location of your precinct and who do you know, etc. I almost felt bad for little cubby, notice I said almost. When you are wearing a douche bag outfit, and trying to be taller than us, which is hard, Amby alone is 5'10 and then she puts on the stripper heels, good luck baby. None of us are gullible either, OK fine, sometimes I am, but even I knew him being a detective was a crock. Stevie Wonder could see that lie. Even more knee slapping was the way some of the coupled girls dressed. Good lord, even when I was married I never looked that bad. These girls obviously don't own mirrors or blow dryers. Have some pride in yourself ladies, and you won't have to wonder why your man is looking around at the beauties who do have some vanity.