Rhinestone shades or cheap sunglasses

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? That was exactly what I said to my boyfriend when I found out we were getting FREE ZZ TOP TICKETS! (For clarification purposes, thats not what I said, but it would have been super cool and since this is my alter ego I can pretend that I actually say stuff like that.) We had spent the weekend attending 50th birthday parties, eating ridiculous amounts of food, and trying to keep up with my mothers partying. We had planned to catch the one ferry home, and since Wes was in a bit of a hurry when my mom called from the other side of town at noon I was slightly freaked out. When I asked her why she wasn't picking us up to take us to the ferry she asked me a question that would change my entire LIFE. "Would you and Wes like some free floor tickets to go see ZZ Top tonight in Victoria?" I sat in awe with my mouth hanging open. Wes started to crumble his face thinking we weren't going to make it back. I looked at him and said "YES." After I hung up I asked Wes the same question. I am to this day amazed at how calmly he agreed to escort me to this epic concert when I knew he was really jumping around for joy inside. So we went. After dinner with my grandparents we hit the road and arrived at the Save-On-Foods Concert Hall. Wide mouth mason opened at 8. They were okay, had a positive energy, but I'm not going to lie, he sounded like a whiney chick. Next thing you knew they were walking off stage. The music playing over the radio fades. The lights dim. The screen behind the stage lights up with car parts. Spotlights hit two mikes and a drum set. Three men walk out. One wearing a simple outfit. He walks to the drum kit behind. The two others have long beards. One with an orange beard and a guitar. One with a white beard and a bass. NEXT THING YOU KNEW WE WEE BEING BLOWN AWAY BY FREAKING ZZ TOP!!!!!!!! Oh man, what a gooodddddddddd show! I got one of the coolest shirts there with ZZ Top on the front and the Destroyer on the back. The next morning Wes and I were taking the 7 ferry home. I decided i wanted to sit in the buffet even though Wes said he wasn't hungry and it was a waste of money. He ate two plates of food and french toast. As I was eating my meal I looked up and thought "Wow, that guy sitting right across from me looks like Dusty Hill from ZZ Top. Wes heard my thoughts (possibly because I said them out loud) , turned around, and said "THAT IS DUSTY HILL!!! THE BASS PLAYER." Of course naturally I stalked him until he was finished eating and pounced to make him sign my shirt. I walk up with a huge smile on my face and say "I was at your show last night!" He says, "Me too." I can smell the tobacco and tour bus on him, I can see the stains in his beard from trying to drink beer. I am tempted to cut a piece of his beard off, steal his hat, and run for the hills. Or at least the women's washroom. I dont. I get him to sign my shirt. Purple sharpie on grey shirt. Perfect. He walks away as others realize and swarm. I sit back down glowing like a mother might after watching her kid win four track races in a row. Long story short, best reason for missing class yet!!!