mommy's sleeping...

The mommified Cami who normally painstakingly composes this blog is still sleeping...  Let's not wake her shall we?

You see I let her go out last night.  She let her hair down (not that there was much to tie back) and then she was out too late last night partying like a rock star... well not quite.

Partying like the wife of a rock star?

Nope.

Partied like a....

Um no, I don't think the word "partied" applies to her but lets take a look through the evening and see what she did do shall we?  I was able to gather photographic evidence for some of it... but the rest you'll just have to trust me on.

5:45 pm, Cami finished creating her straight hair and sassy eyeliner look:

6 pm on the dot her in laws arrived to baby sit so that she can go out and be a super supportive wife and pretend not to be Mommy, mommy, mama, hey mammmmmmmma.  MAMMMMA??  She praised the universal goodness, got a few things prepped for her daughter's bedtime and ran back to her room to throw on a little black dress and boots...

6:29 Super friends R & KR appear on the scene.  Cami (still incredibly mommified at this point) had stopped to help K and the in laws with something and still had no boots.  Her friends examined the new bathroom while she zipped up her docs and then they were off.

6:45ish The trio entered the club.  The hazy smoky club.  Sounds of set up were heard and they quickly followed them to their source; the men of Pavlov's Cats... or at least the drummer and bassist of the Cats.  A rug that the drummer needed desperately, oh so so desperately that he called his wife and begged her to bring it was delivered.

He didn't use it, mother fucker.

6:50 The trio left said hazy smoky club and allowed the boys to do sound check while they found a little diner across the street that wasn't smoke filled to eat.

They were all feeling quite naughty so a platter of onion rings, 2 cheeseburgers and a friend chicken sandwich thingy were ordered.  Oh and 2 Bloody Marys. Food was consumed.  They left for the hazy smoky club.

7:25  They crossed the street.

(Isn't it amazing how detailed this account is...)

7:26  They grabbed a table against the rails so they could SEE the band as well as hear them.  They were right on time for this:

They were very well received.  President Reid was there and he was so excited he wanted to throw his panties at them...  though he said they weren't very clean...

Luckily Cami had not consumed enough alcohol (at that time) to see it as a challenge so she kept her panties on as well.

Still it was around this time mommified Cami was gone.  She had already eaten extremely fried food and had consumed alcoholic beverages in two establishments so I'm afraid the time codes will probably fall by the way side.

There was more playing of music.  Really good music.  Some blues, some funk... oh and a song that sounded like it should be the theme to the next Bond movie.  I could totally picture a naked chick dancing on top of an overly large gun.  But we're not talking about ME.  We are talking about that sleeping mommy Cami and what she did when she was unpinned.  Oh, and maybe a little about the band.  Speaking of the band now would be a good time to take a closer look at the guys... shall we?

(don't tell Mr. Kaos but I saw Cami smooching all over this guy when the band took a break...)

Cami had the camera and she may have started to lose focus. Strictly speaking she should have been photographing the band but her REALLY.GOOD.FRIENDS. were right there and she had to take a picture to celebrate.

And then there were these guys from Poland hanging out with President Reid and she HAD.TO.TAKE.A.PICTURE.  of them.

Then John popped by and he did something REALLY.COOL.

(wait, was this the photo she wasn't supposed to post?)

Cami was so impressed with his mad beer balancing skills she decided to give it a go as well. Lovely behavior for a mommy out past curfew don't you think?

(her can is empty)

Somehow even in the midst of all the great music and good debauchery Cami managed to learn a lesson.  She learned it was okay to share and before she left she decided that it was alright not being the only tattooed lady in the room.

She left before the 3rd set was done, but she was pumped full of liquor and had a camera full of photos like this:

She needed to get home before she started dancing on the bar or doing something, you know, embarrassing... she headed home safely ensconced in the car of her very good and responsible friends and at home once she said good night to the in laws and kissed little sleeping K goodnight she sang the blues loudly and very off key to celebrate a great night...

Here's to Pavlov's Cats first gig! It was a great show, I hope there are many more to come.