Yep. I went to Crue Fest. And I am not ashamed to say it.
Yes. I got my picture taken with some shirtless tattooed drunk guy who reeked of sweat and cigarettes (so sexy) and who nearly tripped on me and my friend.
Yes, I felt like a stranger in a strange land. I think I'm still recovering.
Indie girl that I am, content to bob gently with the bass and nurse my imported beer, this was quite a new experience.
I sloshed american beer in a plastic cup and screamed along with the rest of the drunken, shirtless rednecks.
I kept my shirt on.
I have to admit, it was kind of a novelty to see fireworks and flames onstage... and I truly enjoyed their video screen accompaniment. When they played Same Old Situation, it was a medley of Bush, girl bush, and guns... images of war and explosions and oral sex. It was fairly political, which I didn't expect.
It was a very short set. I am used to the long encore, but they came back and played one song and they were done. D-O-N-E. I think Vince Neil was about to pass out from the sheer exertion of wearing those pants and trying to reach those notes, poor guy. Living a life of debauchery is hard on a fellow.
And, in case you're hankering for a little taste of the crue, enjoy this (via the impeccably tasteful Mr. Jones):