Oh SHIT, WHERE do i begin with this weekend?
On Friday night, I had to settle the Martin Sexton show at the Nokia Theatre. No, I did not catch any of the show, sadly. I really do like him. M$ attended the show and said it was great.
Saturday night, all four of us Coachella 2007 Ladies were graced with the presence of Intern Caryn, made the trek from Penn Station to Nassau Coliseum in Long Island (er, Lon Gisland) to see Christina Aguilera. Don't laugh at us, S-Yo and E$ worked on Christina Aguilera from day one (our company promoted the tour). So it was only totally righteous that we see at least one show to know what kinda product we've been endorsing. It was definitely A SHOW. C-train pulled out all the stops: pyro, trapeze artists, multiple costume changes, and of course, her amazing pipes.
We knew it was the beginning of a sweet, solid evening of fun when we hailed a cabbie that boasted a blinged out mini-van with an automatic-closing sliding door and a hula-girl. oh, and reggae jams galore.
The guys on the road with production and finance hooked us up with catering tix backstage. So, we got a free, yummy dinner chockful of pan-seared tuna, delicious eggplant encased with crispy, golden phyllo-dough, ze best aspargus of my life (my pee also smelled so!), and deserts!!! not only that, but the spread included vitamins. Here we are, taking our Flinstones so we can stay strong and healthy. L to R: Caryn, Elissa, Maureen, and Sam.
The infamous Pussy Cat Dolls opened for Christina. So did Danity Kane, but we missed them because I was parked out at the desert table in catering and couldn't stop eating. After everyone physically pulled me away from my plate, we got out just in time to see the PCD.
UMMMMMMMM, i hesitate to use the word SLUTTAY to describe these girls, but let me tell you, as a woman, I felt extremely uncomfortable watching these ladies writhe around the stage in booty shorts and boots. Maybe it's because they make me realize I should drop 20 pounds or maybe it's because I knew there were TEN YEAR OLD girls taking all of this in and probably subconsciously absorbing the message that they need stripper poles installed in their bedrooms to become real women.
AAAAAAND HERE SHE IS!
Christina's grandiose entrance. Very Madonna-esque when she was pulling her Marilyn phase shit.
She chose to open with "Ain't No Other Man." Good decision.
The final song. Christina chose "Fighter." My favoritest of her catalog.
After-show is always ze best time! We chilled out in the production office for a bit, then partied with the venue management in their offices. The peeps at Nassau Coliseum were so hospitable and fun, Coachella 2007 LOVES YOU! They even ordered a LIMO to take us back to Manhattan from Long Island. Here is Jackie representin' Nassau Coliseum as she leads us to our sweet ride. HOLLA.
We took the limo down to Allen and Delancey to meet up with some of Sam's friends. Elissa and I danced the night away and fended off lots o' sketchballs. We all lied and said it was her 21st bday and got some free shots from dudes! WOO HOO!
Obviously, we are not afraid to post shitty pictures of ourselves. But this is why our friends love us! Until next time, that's the news for now.
M$:
Now from my camera...
On the train ride over to Hempstead, I offered an old TV from work to whoever won at thumb war. It was Sam vs. Caryn. Sam won the first round, Caryn won the second round, so it was all down to the third and final round. Stay tuned for the results! Video coming soon...
Here is our Hemp-mobile. Ghettooooooo.
The high-tech sliding door!
Food at the production office. Mmmm grass. What are these hard things?
The floor of our pimp limo. MARBLE TILES. what what.
Dancing at Lucky Jack's. Which, by the way, is at the North East corner of Delancey and Allen. In case you get lost like we did...
Hot mamas.PS. Martin Sexton was alright. The crowd sucked; fulled of douchebags who could not keep quiet. And he didn't even sing "Glory Bound!" WTF.
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