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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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for the road (2/2) steve clark x reader

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part 1 part 2

sorry this took so long, like i had mentioned in the other post, our internet cable was cut and it took a few days for it to get fixed. on top of that i had a few essay finals to finish and just didnt have time to get back to this. it is here now though and i hope you all like it!

she edited for the most part but if i missed anything, sorry, lol.

again i dont usually add songs from the artists to their own chapters but i think this one works pretty good with the story so youre getting it anyways lol

Song: stagefright by def leppard

tag list: @cynic-spirit @lifeisabitchandsoareyou

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as soon as i turned around from locking the shop there was a taxi outside, parked on the curb with a woman leaning against it. she offered me a smile.

"are you y/n?"

she asked and i nodded.

"the band is waiting for you."

she said opening the door for me. i politely thanked her before sliding in and buckling the seat belt. the car smelled like apples, making me feel much less nervous than before. the ride to the venue was pretty silent though and i watched out the window as we passed by the tall city buildings. as the venue came into view my eyes got wide, i had never actually been to this part of town before. I looked at the venue in awe, it was much larger than the places I usually attended concerts at. the metal gates opened in front of us and she drove in, straight to the back doors. a large man in all black was waiting there with his arms held together in front of him. i was definitely back to being nervous again. he opened the door and peered down at me.

"You here for Steve?"

He asked and I nodded, pulling the ticket out of my pocket and showing it to him.

"yeah uh, he gave me this."

he looked over it before helping me out of the cab.

"Right this way."

He said, hand moving to be placed gently at my back as we walked inside the venue. I was a little unnerved at first, being alone with the man and all but marched along anyways. the halls were brightly lit as we walked, the white concrete shining against the floor tiles. i watched as roadies and crew members walked around us, gaining my attention as the man kept pushing me forward. When he reached a door at the end of the hall I smiled, seeing Steve sat against the couch's arm rest with his guitar in his hand.

"Here we are."

The man said, dropping his hand from my back and standing firmly beside the door. He never looked back at me as I stepped into the room shyly. I waved to the guys before Steve noticed me.

"Y/n!"

He said excitedly, standing and offering me a hug. I gladly took it before he escorted me to sit at the couch.

"Was the ride here alright?"

He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, for the most part. Thanks again for inviting me. I'm excited to see you guys play!"

I said, wide smile on my face.

"I'm happy to hear that, i really hope you like it. we've been working on something new for the set."

i made an impressed face.

"sounds exciting."

then i heard one of them laugh.

"you say that like shes seen our other sets."

he had darker curly hair.

"so?"

steve said sitting a little closer to me, his arm falling behind my back to rest on the couch.

"im sav."

the man offered his hand and i shook it.

"y/n."

steve cleared his throat.

"right, thats rick savage he plays bass, my partner in crime phill collen, plays guitar, rick allen who is our man behind the kit, and of course you already met and talked to joe elliot our lead singer."

they all offered hellos around the room as steve introduced them.

"its nice to officially meet you all, i appreciate you guys coming into the shop earlier. i put the record in the window after you left and six people stopped in to buy a copy."

i joked, making steve laugh lightly.

"happy to help."

sav said. then a man with a clip board and mic around his neck stepped in looking rushed.

"alright guys its time to mic up, its almost show time."

they all nodded before leaving the room one by one to follow the man.

"hey ive gotta go but ill be back right before the show starts so you can come with us to the side of the stage okay?"

i nodded as he stood.

"okay."

he touched my shoulder lightly before walking off. i sighed to myself for a second before getting up and walking around the room. it was super neat. the painted bricks were covered in signatures from all sorts of rock stars. they were littered about in varying colors of permanent marker, some of them with small messages and dates next to them. part of me wondered how long it would take to fill before they had to paint over it or start on a new set of walls. then i heard a knock at the door, it was steve with a guitar now around his neck.

"hey, you ready for the show?"

he asked with a wide smile.

"lead the way."

i said stepping out of the room and following him back down the hallway.

"so i know this isnt exactly date material but how are you so far?"

i let out a short laugh.

"im doing great, this is all fantastic."

he seemed content with that answer as we stepped up to the side of the stage.

"im glad to hear that. if you arent busy afterward would you maybe wanna go get something to eat? before we have to head out?"

i twisted my body a little in excitement, holding my hands in front of me, smiling like an idiot.

"id love that."

he touched my arm gently.

"great!"

i leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly, making him blush.

"alright guys, showtime."

the man who had called them out earlier was back, ushering them into a line.

"ill be here when youre done."

i said, earning a nod from him. i watched as they all ran out one by one, the crowd screaming as the backtrack blared through the speakers. they all just lit up as they began playing, joe speaking into the microphone and asking how the crowd was feeling. it made be giggle, not being to contain my excitement anymore.

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when the set was done steve was quick to get offstage and into a new set of clothes. he was all sweaty under the stage lights during the show so i could understand why. he had grabbed my hand and practically ran with me down the hall and out the back door, making me laugh. when we were in the cab i had arrived in he calmly told the woman where to take us, his arm making its way behind me to hold me around my waist. the drive to the late-night restaurant was filled with small conversation and light smiles, he really was an interesting person. when we pulled up he helped me out of the cab and walked with me on his arm inside.

"two?"

the waitress asked, him nodding and following her to a booth across the diner.

"so, what can i get you two to drink?"

she said, setting the menus down. i looked at her and smiled.

"coffee please."

she nodded and looked to steve who look at me a little curiously.

"two coffees i suppose."

he let out a short laugh before she walked away.

"its a little late for coffee dont you think?"

he asked, looking over the menu. i sent him a look.

"says the person who ordered one as well."

he laughed and shook his head.

"i guess we all have our vices huh?"

i smiled at him, looking over the menu.

"hey, ive been meaning to ask you-"

"you two ready or do you need some more time?"

i looked from steve to her.

"cheese fries please."

i said, handing her the menu as she wrote it down.

"same."

he said with a smile, handing her his menu too. she nodded before walking away.

"now, what was it that you wanted to ask?"

he folded his hands together and leaned into the table, giving me his full attention.

"well i was wondering what the rest of tonight would look like."

i laughed light heartedly.

"its not exactly like you guys are staying here. i know you said it was a date, and i really like you but i dont necessarily wanna have too much fun, ya know?"

he nodded slowly, the waitress bring us our food and us thanking her.

"ive kinda been thinking about that too. and i really like you too and would love for this to happen."

he motioned between the two of us.

"but i dont want to make you wait for me."

i laughed a little bit as i ate.

"i dont think id mind too much. waiting that is, ive been single this long its not like it would be much different."

i joked, making him smile at me as he took a drink.

"so, what? we do this? for real? keep in contact until tour is over and then what?"

i shrugged.

"we make it work."

i said matter-of-factly. he studied my face for a second.

"okay, so we're really doing this."

he said with a wide smile. i nodded.

"i guess we are."

then it hit me.

"oh, here!"

i grabbed one of the survey cards out of the napkin holder and began writing.

"heres the numbers you can reach me at. the top is my house and the bottom is the shop. if you need me ill be at either of those places."

he looked over it before folding it and stuffing it into his pocket.

"hopefully you dont get too tired of me before tour is over."

we both laughed.

"i dont think i will, if you wanna call everyday be my guest. id love to hear about the places you visit. makes my small corner of the world a little bit bigger."

he sent me a genuine, heart melting smile.

"then i will absolutely do that for you y/n."

we both finished our drinks and got up, taking the ticket to the register and him paying the waitress. we said our thanks before climbing back into the cab out front. the drive back to the venue was full of cuddles and soft touches, talking back and forth about what he would be doing and where he would be going in the next couple weeks. it all sounded so interesting and i wished i could go with him. when the cab came to a stop at the back door we both got out, his hands making their way to my waist as i leaned into the car.

"ill be looking forward to seeing you next month."

he said softly, pushing my hair out of my face.

"likewise."

i said back, looking over his face. he seemed so soft. his thumb grazed my cheek before he leaned down and kissed me gently. the moment our lips met i knew that was it. the wait would be worth it for sure. when he pulled away we both sighed as he rested his forehead against mine.

"ill for sure be looking forward to another one of those."

he joked, both of us smiling at each other like a couple of teenagers.

"well then, before we both have to go, heres one for the road."

i said before pushing forward quickly, kissing him again. it was deeper than before as he pulled me into him. i wanted to feel that forever. when the back door creaked open we both pulled away, it drawing his attention as the body guard stood there sternly.

"i guess thats my queue."

he grabbed my hands as he backed up, dropping them as he got further away. i watched him walk to the door, waving back to me before he was ushered inside. i covered my mouth for a second before bouncing up and down with excitement. i could wait a month, if that was the hardest part of this then surely i could handle it. and now i had tour adventure stories to look forward to. i smiled like an idiot as i slid back into the cab, telling her where to take me. i couldnt stop smiling the entire car ride. i couldnt wait for the month to be up.

#wattapd #x reader #steve clark #264 #imagines #one shots #def leppard #.

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rockrevoltmagazine · 3 years

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Deconstruct In Search of New Front-Man!

The story runs deep with Deconstruct. An aggressive, in your face, heavy rock/modern metal band comprised of the brutal, grungy groove oriented guitar riffs of Joe Fraulob (ex-Danzig), the powerful, deep, head-spinning bass lines of Bobby Real (ex-Dedvolt), the bone crushing drums of Tom Frost (ex-Luxt) and vocalist MC Droze’s intense growling and often melodic vocals. Yeah, this band has got it going on … A solid timeline of success, expanded musicianship and continually evolving into a “Post Apocalyptic” Metal genre!

Deconstruct is currently seeking a new front-man to fill the void after original singer Droze moved to another state. MC Droze will be missed and his latest contribution to the soon to be released LP Ashen Empire is nothing short of incredible. “We wish him the best with all his endeavors,” says Fraulob. The full-length album has been recorded, engineered and produced by Joe Fraulob, and mixed by top renowned industry pro, Juan Urteaga of Trident Studios (Testament, Machine Head). Management has been secured under Frankie James (Culture Rock). Professional videos have also been produced by Andy Pilkington of Very Metal Art (see video for “Machine” below) and award winning film-maker Josh Pierson and are ready to be released once the timing is right!

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The Deconstruct foundation can be traced to guitarist Joe Fraulob’s 2001 courtship with Columbia Records, when his prior band, Side-Swipe, was targeted by the A&R team of John Weakland (Union Underground) and the legendary John Kalodner (Aerosmith). Once the label threw Side-Swipe into the mix of different producers and spent upwards of $30,000 on demos, the band knew they were on to something big. Ultimately, Columbia felt the demos that Fraulob produced at his own studio were the best, which gave Fraulob and the band the confidence to trust their instincts musically, and to fight for their own path. This gave way to the birth of Deconstruct with Fraulob writing for his new project to include an uncompromising vision for a new sound – dark and heavy yet melodic and dynamic – ready for the radio, but powerful enough to crush skulls in a live setting. Fraulob recorded the first Deconstruct demo at his own studio the Pus Cavern where Fraulob had spent the last decade developing his engineering chops recording Sacramento heavyweights such as The Deftones and began to send this demo out to industry pros. After hearing the demo, David Draiman and Dan Donegan of Disturbed personally chose Deconstruct as opener for their Music As A Weapon 2 tour where Deconstruct’s first show was opening for Disturbed, Chevelle, and Taproot in front of an audience of 5000. Immediately, the band’s prowess as a live act was recognized, and Bill Graham Presents placed the band on several amphitheater shows (Iron Maiden, Dio, and Motorhead at Sleep Train Amphitheater; and Def Leppard at Irvine Meadows). While building their reputation as one of the West Coast’s most hard hitting live acts, Deconstruct began making headway in the world of Rock Radio. The band’s debut EP “Sign Of Things To Come” received play nationwide, enabling Deconstruct to expand their touring base. The work paid off, resulting in more high profile shows with a diverse array of acts including Nickelback, Puddle of Mudd, Drowning Pool, Death Angel, Helmet, and Hed PE. The band’s second EP, a sampler of tracks from their forthcoming album, received radio play on over 100 stations. The single “Time Kills” was added to heavy rotation on commercial station WOBX (98X) in North Carolina. Deconstruct also became the only unsigned band to ever receive play on KRXQ in Sacramento’s “Smash or Trash” receiving a 100% listener “Smash” rating. Deconstruct was definitely on the rise and was then chosen by multi-platinum act Korn as main stage openers for the Korn, Chevelle, and Breaking Benjamin concert at Arco Arena in Sacramento, CA. After 2 successful U.S. tours promoting the first Deconstruct album The Human Condition, Fraulob joined the legendary multi-platinum act Danzig as touring lead guitarist for an incredible 2 year run after which Deconstruct took a hiatus. In 2017 Fraulob joined the legendary Bay Area Metal group Trauma and ended up producing and recording their 2019 album As The World Dies. Recording and touring with Trauma inspired Fraulob to reboot Deconstruct to record a new album then to follow up with more main-stage appearances. The crushing new album, Ashen Empire, features long-time Deconstruct members Fraulob, drummer Tom Frost, and vocalist MC Droze, with additional appearances by drummers Darren Minter (Heathen) and Kris Gustofson (Trauma), and bassist Greg Christian (Testament).

Which brings us to the present, 2021 sees Deconstruct with the strongest, hardest hitting, most talented line-up yet. With Fraulob at the helm with his brutal guitar mastery, the thundering super bassist Bobby Real and one of the best drummers in NorCal, Tom Frost, on board, Deconstruct is firing on all cylinders. All three bring their extensive experience to the table to create a sound that is current but unique, extremely heavy yet mesmerizingly melodic and memorable. There’s no doubt success will once again be risen out of the ashes!! A pro studio and practice room has been built, a new album recorded and mastered, extensive press ready to go out and Deconstruct is tour ready!

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However, with the loss of their singer MC Droze, this greatness can’t continue until that void is replaced, so Deconstruct is now placing a call to action to all professional “qualified & stage seasoned” vocalists to front this dynamically structured band. Qualified applicants respond at the email below to arrange an audition.

Serious inquiries only!! Click HERE to contact!

Deconstruct is: Joe Fraulob / Guitars Bobby Real / Bass Tom Frost / Drums Vocals / YOU? Management: [email protected]

Connect with DECONSTRUCT: Official Facebook | Twitter | Instagram

Deconstruct In Search of New Front-Man! was originally published on RockRevolt Mag

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wigwurq · 6 years

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WIG REVIEW: BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Yes, I saw the #1 movie in America the weekend it opened. YAYYYS I saw it for free using Moviepass (!) YES IT IS THE WORST BIOPIC I HAVE EVER SEEN. Yes, really. And I have seen Hysteria: The Def Leppard Story starring Anthony Michael Hall! This is worse! But what about the wigs? Buckle up - I HAVE A LOT TO DISCUSS.

Straight up: I love Queen and Freddie Mercury. And when this movie was announced, I feared that their/his story would be sullied AND I WAS RIGHT. As was Sacha Baron Cohen (THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD HAVE PLAYED FREDDIE MERCURY) for walking away from this doomed project years ago. We were left with Rami Malek as Mercury instead. I do not watch I, Robot and as far as I can tell, Malek is a malnourished baby bird who is trying his hardest under bad script and directional circumstances.

We first see him in this lewk which I can only describe as offbrand Laurie Metcalf. This is not the worst wig but gurl it ain’t good.

Before you can say “what year did Laurie Metcalf get that perm on Roseanne?” Mercury suddenly goes from bullied college student/airport baggage attendant to lead singer of of Queen aka “HIS FAMILY!!!!!!” because why waste time on character or story development?! BRING ON THE SILVER CATSUIT AND HOPE EVERYONE JUST LIKES HIS LIPSYNCING! To be fair, Malek can lip sync for his LIFE - even with those prosthetic chompers - and enduring a new wig with bangs that screams “80s mallrat turned single mother”

Also right before officially joining Queen, Mercury meets this bish named Mary who he likes because from what I can tell, she has a nice fur coat and can get him a discount at BIBA. Hey, sounds like true love to me! This movie tells you (for 2+) hours that Mary was Mercury’s AIN’ TRUE LOVE despite him being bi and also giving no examples as to why they like each other except for love of fashion and cats (though this is how I determined most of my gay friendships in college but I didn’t make an overlong movie about it).

I will give this movie credit for showing Mercury to be the crazy cat lady that he was but honestly, I could have used more kitty content. This movie could have used at LEAST half an hour more on these cats. Seriously.

Instead, we got to see these bedraggled wigs screaming into microphones as they tried to finesse the finer points of the song Bohemian Rhapsody. All of these wigs are basically Halloween versions of Spinal Tap wigs as are the characterizations.

UGH AND THEN MIKE MYERS TURNED UP. Look, I love So I Married An Axe Murderer as much as the next guy but OYYY. Myers plays an EMI executive who refuses to release Bohemian Rhapsody as a single because it’s too long and operatic and says something like, “no one will ever sing along to the radio to this in their car” because THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HE DOES IN WAYNE’S WORLD, GET IT?!?!?!?!?! If that Easter Egg doesn’t make your eyes roll out into the Black Sea, his “Da Bears SNL Sketch” look certainly will.

Of course, Bohemian Rhapsody goes on to be a huge hit and the movie trolls you by putting a bunch of negative reviews of the song on the screen to prove JUST HOW WRONG EVERYONE WAS and just as you’re getting to the singalong part of the song, the movie inexplicably moves into tour montage territory because ????? There are zero consistencies stylistically or otherwise in this movie and it is definitely NOT for anyone who actually likes Queen’s music as their songs are interspersed like a frenetic wedding DJ and their best album, Sheer Heart Attack, doesn’t even get a mention.

The movie is far more content making you wonder whether Mercury will marry Mary despite his bisexuality (spoiler alert: HE DOESN’T) and telling you about ever 5 minutes that QUEEN IS A FAMILY SO STOP TRYING TO BREAK US UP, IRISH CHAUFFEUR FROM DOWNTON ABBEY!

The wigs get progressively scraggly throughout the late 70s until Mercury decides to cut off all his hair and get a stache which signals the end for the band for some reason (?) and leads to another Easter Egg in which the dude who plays Brian May (who really does look a lot like him) says that he’ll never get a haircut. GET IT, BECAUSE HE NEVER DID.

Throughout the film, May (who may have been the reason Sacha Baron Cohen rightly walked from this mess) is shown as an angelic guitar god who gave the world (and mainly Queen’s fans) WE WILL ROCK YOU AND THEREFORE CANNOT DO ANY WRONG. Mercury, on the other hand, is led to hell and back via a leather bar and a shitty solo career in Munich by Littlefinger from Game of Thrones and that Downton chauffeur with a mustache. Nothing gets too scandalous or seedy because this movie is rated PG-13 for some reason so you will definitely see Mercury get diagnosed with AIDS but you won’t see how. I choose to blame parttime director and fulltime asshole Bryan Singer for most of the movie’s flaws. OF WHICH THERE ARE MANY. May he be electrocuted in a hot tub for his many crimes, of which this is #1.

And then we come to the uncanny valley of an ending! This movie chooses to believe that the apex of Queen was their Live Aid performance which is recreated through ALL OF THE COMPUTERS. But first, Mercury goes and finds this random cater waiter who he met once and brings him directly to meet his Indian parents so that his dad can tell him he loves him all on the way to Wembley Stadium the course of about 2 minutes so that they could spend a full 20 minutes showing you THE ENTIRE LIVE AID SET. Because you’d definitely rather watch Malek be Mercury performing to a sea of computers than just, you know, watching the actual performance on YouTube. Meanwhile, some doofus playing Bob Geldof in a sad mullet wig sits in a silent room where no one is making ANY donations for Live Aid until Queen performs. “Based on a true story” has never been truer. IN CONCLUSION I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO MAD AT A MOVIE. Actual footage of Queen performing “Don’t Stop Me Now” plays over the credits and is the only watchable part of the film.

VERDICT: DOESN’T WURQ

#wigwurq #bohemianrhapsody #bohemianrhapsodymovie #freddiemercury #ramimalek #brianmay #crazycatlady #uncannyvalley #bryansinger

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justanoutlawfic · 6 years

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A Deal With The Devil: 4/4

So, funny story. I mixed up what group I thought I was in the third round and wrote a whole one shot around it. Went to go submit it and realized my error, but I feel it’s a good chapter nonetheless, so here’s a little bonus one of Lacey and Bruce’s first date.

Prompts: zoo, flu, blue; a compliment; why not?

“Can I come with you tonight?”

Bruce paused tying his tie to look down at his son. “I’m afraid not, son.”

“Why not? I want to go to the zoo.”

“The zoo? I’m not going to the zoo.”

“Yes you are. I heard you telling Mary Margaret that you’re going to see deaf leopards.”

Bruce blinked a few times, doing his best not to laugh. Sometimes Bae seemed wise beyond his years, others he was reminded just how young he really was. Looking back, it was an assumption that most kids would jump to and if Bruce was being honest, he almost wished he was taking Lacey to the zoo. He wasn’t a huge fan of rock (he was much more a classical man), but it was her favorite band and it was their first date, if one could call it that. They weren’t going for the car anymore, it was just to have some fun.

Truth be told, as long as he was her, he’d have the time of his life. Even if he’d have a migraine for the next few days as a result.

“I’m not going to see deaf leopards,” Bruce explained. “I’m going to see Def Leppard, it’s a band.”

“Oh.” Bae’s face scrunched up. “That’s a silly name.”

“I agree, but they’re Miss French’s favorite.”

“I like Miss French, she’s very pretty.”

Bruce cleared his throat and straightened his tie. “Indeed.”

He had his eye on Lacey ever since she came back to town from college. He had recently moved to Storybrooke after his divorce and was just trying to start over. She was beautiful, had a great laugh. Yet, he knew his bounds. He was a divorced man, nearing 40. There was no way that a 20-year-old would want anything to do with him. Besides, Lacey spent most of her time working or in and out of bars. He wasn’t one to judge, but that wasn’t quite the lifestyle he wanted to lead. He hated crowds, it was why he was dreading the concert.

Milah had loved concerts, shows, the like. Part of their divorce had been due to his panic attacks and overwhelming anxiety. She had found someone who could keep up with her pace and made it clear how much happier she was with him. Bruce didn’t feel inferior to Killian in the slightest, but it made him worry about Lacey.

He wouldn’t pretend to be someone he wasn’t, but a part of relationships were compromise and if theirs had a chance of even starting, he had to. That all started with this concert. The way Lacey’s eyes lit up as soon as he showed her the tickets proved he had made the right choice.

After dropping Bae off at the Nolans, he drove over to Lacey’s. Gripping his cane, he made his way up the path and knocked on the door. He was quite surprised to find not Lacey or Moe on the other side of the door, but someone he hadn’t seen before. She looked about Lacey’s age, auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. She smirked upon seeing him, shaking her head.

“Lace, your date is here!”

“And you are?”

“Aurora French, Lacey’s twin. She didn’t tell you about me?”

“We just met. I was aware Moe had two daughters, I just never see you around town.”

“I try to stay as far away from Storybrooke as possible but when I heard Lacey had a date, a real date-not just screwing Keith-I knew I had to come help her.”

“Geez, Ror, you make me sound like a shut in.”

Bruce looked up and saw Lacey coming down the stairs. He had to do his best to not let his mouth drop open. He was used to seeing her in all black or deep reds. That night, however, she was wearing a skin tight blue dress that showed off every curve. It was the same color as her eyes and complimented her very well.

“Excuse my sister, I know this isn’t really a date…” Lacey said, clearly oblivious to his staring. “It’s…complicated.”

“You’re beautiful.” The words escaped his mouth before he could help it and she cocked an eyebrow. “I mean…the dress…it’s quite beautiful. It matches your eyes.”

Lacey grinned. “Thank you.”

“Have fun, you crazy kids,” Aurora said. “Do things that I definitely wouldn’t do.”

“Goodbye Aurora.” Lacey slid her feet in some high heels and they walked out the door. “Sorry. She means well…she’s just…too excited. I can’t wait for her girlfriend to get back from China, then she’ll stop focusing on me.”

“It’s nice to have someone care for you,” Bruce replied, opening the door to his car and watching her get in. He went around to his side, pulling out of the driveway. “To be quite honest, I didn’t have that again until my son came back to live with me. He selected my tie.”

Lacey took it in, smiling. “It’s nice, though I think you may be the only one at the concert with one.”

“The clothes make the man, I think my son is learning that at a young age.” He cleared his throat, hoping he wasn’t sounding too stuck up. “He actually thought we were going to the zoo, he heard me talking about the band name and…”

She burst out laughing and it was perhaps the sweetest sound he had ever heard. “I’ve only met your son once, but he is officially my new favorite person.”

That fueled Bruce’s ability to keep it together as they drove to the concert. They slowly got to know one another, though they definitely didn’t share too much. It wasn’t long until they pulled up to the arena and went through the turnstile. Bruce was doing well in the beginning as they slid into their seats. There were a lot of people, but it didn’t seem to be too bad. If anything, he could blame his leg when he needed a breather to sit it out.

Then the concert started. It was loud, much louder than he had expected. He had listened to their music to get him ready, but quickly realized his sound system was nothing compared to the professional amps provided. His face grew pale as the people got closer together, shouting and singing along with the lyrics. Lacey was having the time of her life clearly and he felt terrible. Knowing better than to disturb her, he made his way out of his seat (glad he had claimed the aisle) and headed for the aisle.

It didn’t take long for Lacey to figure that Gold was gone and at first, she figured he had snuck off to the bathroom. After a few more songs, she got worried and decided to go looking for him. She headed into the men’s room, silently cursing how they never seemed to have the lines that the women’s did, and found his cane behind one of the stalls. She could see his knees bent on the floor and for a moment, worried he had the stomach flu. Then, she heard his rapid breathing. He wasn’t sick, he was having a panic attack.

Suddenly, she felt like a huge idiot. Crowds weren’t easy for everyone and she hadn’t even asked him how he felt about them. They were fine for her, yet she had her own experience with panic attacks after her mother died. Sometimes, it was best to just be left alone.

Bruce got his way through the attack and pulled himself back up to his feet. Splashing some cold water in his face, he let out a few shallow breaths. The concert couldn’t last much longer, he’d get through it. When he made his way out, he was surprised to find Lacey standing there.

“Lacey…”

“It’s getting a little hot in there,” she interrupted. “The concert’s almost over, do you mind if we ditch and just go get something to eat? There’s this quiet diner about 5 minutes away. It’s no Granny’s, but the burgers are really good.”

He wanted to protest at first, clearly she had figured out what was going on. Then, he saw the genuine light in her eyes. Milah would’ve been annoyed, pissed. Lacey, actually cared. She wasn’t asking any questions, she was giving him the necessary space. Still, she was helping all the same.

“That sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Maybe I can play you some real music in the car.”

“Hey! Rock is real music.”

“It’s loud.”

Lacey playfully rolled her eyes and slipped her arm through his. “Let’s see what you’re a fan of, Mr. Gold.”

A smirk fell across his lips. “As you wish, Miss French.”

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petitrenard · 4 years

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93 XRT

It was 2:35 a.m. & Birdie was smoking a joint on her bed. The third floor walk up apartment on Kenmore Avenue was sweltering, even with the windows open. Temperatures had been near 100 for the fourth day in a row and the power grid finaly said fuck it about 10 minutes ago. Chicago settled in for a city wide blackout with Birdie well prepared to smoke it out.

Her mom had given her an old radio for weather emergencies. Her dad had given her a bottle of High West double rye for the exact same reason. She felt sure this qualified as a weather emergency and poured herself a drink while she dialed in 93 XRT.

The blackout didn’t bother Birdie. She really loved nights like this - dark, quiet and bathed in moonlight - like she existed in a world made only for her. These nights where secrets exist in the open for those brave enough to share. She was many things in life, but at heart she was an indulgent creature and her greatest indulgence was pleasure. Mellow weed, good whiskey and a long, intense masturbation session, those were her plans to get through.

She found XRT - their backup generators kept them going - and Emma Mac was at the wheel. “It’s a bit of a night out there Chicago and we’re gonna ride this weird wave together. I’m gonna do something we don’t get to do too often on XRT, but it’s 2:35 a.m., the city is dark and I’m in the booth.” And with that, the crackle of vinyl popped over the radio and the first few sounds of Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” started. Fuck yes.

Birdie lit some candles, pulled out her vintage Playboy collection and perched herself at the head of her bed straddling her body pillow. Ever since she was a teenager, she was able to make herself cum by rubbing her thighs together and pressing her belly into a pillow. Tonight, she needed to cum.

She reached over to open her windows even more and she saw her new neighbor walking into the courtyard. While she didn’t say anything, the smell of the joint must’ve hit him and he raised his head and looked directly at her open window. He made eye contact and nodded. Birdie returned the favor and then slunk a little lower in her bed.

She didn’t know much about him except that he was a musician/ bartender and moved in with his girlfriend about two weeks ago. Whatever his story was, he was cute, but she definitely wasn’t into musicians. One top 10 song about her was enough.

Suddenly she heard her name coming from the courtyard...sort of quietly. “Birdie. Hey, Birdie.” It was the new neighbor. “Hey Birdie. We haven’t met officially, I’m Jay. I’m your new neighbor.”

“What’s up Jay.” she said as a matter of fact rather than actual question.

“Um...I was wondering if you might be able to come down here and let me in to the building? I didn’t bring my keys to work tonight because I use the code to get in - but I guess the buzzer isn’t working because of the power outage.”

Birdie was feeling herself - in that she was beginning to feel the pleasant effects of good whiskey, good weed and good erotica - so she responded a little more snarky than she intended. “I’m sorry I can’t walk downstairs. I’m in my pajamas. Why don’t you call your old lady to let you in?”

“My old lady? You mean Emma?”

“Yeah, why don’t you call Emma?”

“Well, first off, Emma’s not my old lady, she’s my sister. Second, she’s in Wisconsin this weekend camping and third, who the fuck talks like that? Old lady. What are you, some biker momma from a Russ Meyer movie?”

And with that, Birdie liked him. He didn’t take shit, but he wasn’t a dick about it. She popped up from her bed and looked out the window. “All right, Jay. How about this. How about I drop my keys down to you? Then you can bring them back up to me. Win-win.”

“Sounds good, I’ll wait here.”

“I don’t see as you have much of a choice.” Birdie set down her whiskey on the windowsill got off her bed and walked to her front door to get her keys. She passed through the kitchen and grabbed another glass. It wasn’t even three minutes she was gone when the summer sky opened up. When she walked back to the window, Jay was drenched.

“Oh fuck, Jay!” she giggled, “I’m sorry, I hurried.” She shimmied open the screen and dropped the keys down to Jay. He caught them and quickly opened the door. Birdie poured 3 fingers of whiskey into the second glass and topped off hers as she went to her front door. Jay came bounding up the stairs and went straight to Birdie’s.

Before he could knock, she shoved a drink out as a peace offering for giggling. He took the drink from her hand and before he could give her keys back, the hand had retreated and came back out with a joint. Jay laughed and slowly pushed open the door.

The first thing he noticed was her smile and the second was the stacks of books, canvases and art supplies nestled into every possible spot in the living room. Instantly he smiled “Thanks for throwing down your keys.” Birdie smiled even wider. “You’re welcome. I’m just your every day Chicago hero.”

Jay shook his head, “I didn’t mean to bother you, I’m glad you were up. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be standing out there in the rain instead of about to jump into the shower at my apartment”

“I’m glad I was able to help. Welcome to the building.”

Jay took a sip of his whiskey and not wanting to overstay his welcome, walked out the door to his apartment. “I’ll bring this back tomorrow, if that’s ok.” Birdie nodded yes and watched him as he bent over to grab the spare key under the doormat outside his apartment. It wasn’t there. He muttered under his breath and turned back sheepishly to Birdie. “It seems that the spare key isn’t under there.”

Birdie didn’t say anything, she just opened up her front door and stood aside. “Do you want to stay here tonight? You can take a shower. I’m not a perv so I won’t try and watch or anything.” Jay couldn’t help it and he started to laugh. “Thanks for letting me know, I was worried. Yeah, I’d love to spend the night and take a shower.”

She was delighted for the company. The thought of masturbating in her bed while Jay lay just on the other side of the wall made her heart beat a little faster. Hm, maybe she was a perv. “Let me get you a towel and make up the couch for you.” She went digging in her hall closet.

The wind and rain had picked up a bit and had cooled down the apartment considerably. During a flash of lightning Jay noticed she was wearing a ratty Def Leppard half top and white panties with a small pink bow on the front. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, a joint was dangling from her lips and she had white paint specks behind her ear. He tripped over a stack of canvases wedged behind her Chesterfield.

He was busy putting them back in their stack behind her couch when he glanced into her bedroom. It smelled like vanilla and bourbon and was glowing in candlelight. He finished with the canvases and inched closer to the doorway to get a better look.

He saw the whiskey on the windowsill as well as Playboys scattered on the bed. XRT was crackling over the airwaves. “Birdie, what is it you do?”

She was walking back towards him from the hallway. “Well, if I’m honest with myself, right now I’m living off family money while I get my MFA from the Art Institute. But let’s talk about that another day and tonight, let’s call me a multi-media artist.”

“A not pervy, multi-media artist. Got it.”

“The least pervy, most hero multi-media artist.”

She handed him a towel, “Go take a shower and I’ll get your bed ready out here.” He headed into the bedroom towards the bathroom to take his shower.

There were more candles in the bathroom and when he closed the door, the whole room was illuminated. He took off his wet clothes and started a cold shower. Jay only needed a minute and then jumped out and grabbed the towel. He debated putting his clothes back on, but they were soaked and that option was less than appealing. Instead, he draped them across the marble bench in the shower stall and wrapped himself in the towel.

Birdie knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey. My cousin left some basketball shorts here last time he visited. They’re clean if you want to wear them instead of getting back into your wet clothes.” Jay opened the door and Birdie stepped back. He was wrapped in a towel, dripping wet and sipping his whiskey. Fuck. He was super cute when he was half naked.

She was holding a kimono in one hand and the basketball shorts in the other. “What’s with the kimono?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t know if you’d think it was weird to wear someone else’s shorts - even if they’d been washed, so I grabbed my silk kimono. You’re probably not weird about wearing a silk kimono. That seems like a pretty specific thing to be weird about.”

He nodded his head in agreement but took the basketball shorts anyway. “I’m not weird about the shorts, thanks.” Instead of going back into the bathroom, he simply slipped them on under his towel - Birdie watched.

Jay noticed his audience and took the opportunity to tease, “As a self proclaimed not pervy hero multi-media artist, I thought you weren’t going to watch.”

Birdie felt a rush of adrenaline go straight through her because she didn’t realize how intently she was watching him. “I said I wouldn’t watch you shower. Everything else is fair game.”

“You like to watch. Good to know.”

Something about the way he said that excited Birdie. She had thought he was cute before, but now she wanted to fuck him. Of course she didn’t say that. She just stood there awkwardly for a moment, until she composed herself and walked to the windowsill to pick up her whiskey glass.

“I made up your bed on the couch. I’m sure you’re tired from a long night at work.” It wasn’t until she turned around that she realized the Playboys were just hanging out right on her bed - for anyone - but specifically for Jay to absolutely see. Birdie instantly decided how she was going to handle this moment and without missing a beat continued, “As you can see, I was just getting into something, so...”

“...so I’ll let you get back to it.” Jay finished her sentence, raised his glass and started walking towards the door. He walked slowly past Birdie and she felt his hard dick brush her thigh. Of course, he was wearing basketball shorts, so she didn’t need to feel it to know he was hard.

He was almost at the door when she said, “I wouldn’t mind some help though.” Jay stopped dead in his tracks.

“Just tell me how.”

Birdie put her hands up her shirt and grabbed her own tits. She began pinching and rubbing her nipples. As Jay was watching her he downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass and reached for his cock. Birdie walked over to him, moved his hand off his cock, grabbed his face and began kissing his lips.

Birdie lifted up her shirt and pressed her soft tits against his chest. Her hands slid under the waistband of the basketball shorts and softly grazed the tops of his thighs and rested there. Jay moaned softly and he ached for her touch. She turned her hands over and lightly ran her nails back up and out of his shorts.

She stepped back from him and noticed a lovely wet spot had formed on his shorts. She got on her knees and gently kissed the outline of his cock. She stood up and led him over to the bed.

Jay wanted to grab her ass as she walked in front of him but stopped himself. When they got to the bed Birdie climbed back into her original position at the head of it took off her shirt and patted the pillow between her legs. Jay climbed to the spot she was patting and sat face to tit with her. It was the perfect view.

She leaned her tits into his face and whispered into his ear, “I’m going rub my wet pussy up and down your cock before you split me open. Would you please take off my panties?”

Jay took his shorts off as Birdie stood on the bed in front of him. Her pussy was right at his face and he leaned forward to take off her panties. They smelled like vanilla and he just wanted to bury his face in her. But he did as she asked and took off her panties. Her bald pussy was glistening with her cum. She gently ran it down his lips on her way to sitting in his lap.

Once she was there, she spread her lips and fingered some of the wetness from her pussy. She proceeded to rub Jay’s cock with her cum covered fingers and then spread her legs wide as she placed her pussy against his cock. She simultaneously rubbed his cock and her clit.

Birdie was close to cumming, but she didn’t want to just yet, so she slowed down. Jay’s cock throbbed when she stopped and he groaned loudly. “I just want to fuck you Birdie.” His hands and mouth reached her tits at the same time and he began squeezing and sucking them.

He was licking and sucking her nipples so hard that Birdie began to cum. She pressed herself against him and Jay felt her pussy spasm. He whispered into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now.” Then he lifted her slightly and she slid down his cock.

She gasped a little because he was thick and she hadn’t fucked in a while. He gasped because her pussy was still spasming from cumming and he nearly blew his load. Birdie leaned into his ear and said, “Fuck me, just save your cum for my mouth.”

Jay nodded his head and reached between her legs to tug on her clit. It was covered in cum and he took some of it and smeared it on her nipples. Birdie groaned as he started pinching her nipples again while pounding her pussy.

He got on top of her and put her legs up around her ears. He took long hard strokes deep into her pussy and bent down through her legs to kiss her mouth. She reached her hands to cup his balls and pleaded with him to let her lick his cock. “Please let me lick your cock. I want to thank it for making me cum so hard. Please let me lick your cock. I need it in my mouth.”

Jay’s cock began to throb even harder and he said, “I’m going to have to shove my cock in your mouth to shut you up, aren’t I?” Birdie, smiled, licked her lips and nodded her head yes.

He took a few more hard, deep strokes then pulled his cock out of her pussy and started cumming as he made his way up to her mouth. Birdie moved quickly so she got as much of his cum in her mouth as possible and started hungrily sucking his cock dry.

Once he stopped cumming, he looked down at Birdie who swallowed and smiled at him. He fell down on the bed next to her and she grabbed a pre-rolled joint from a small box next to her bed. She lit it, took a puff and passed it to Jay.

They laid next to each other without talking, listening to the rain and the radio for a while until they fell asleep.

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ballistic-lipstick-dream-machine · 8 months

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it’s happening

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 2 years

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UNCONFIRMED COVER OF THE NEW DEF LEPPARD BIBLE

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seven-oomen · 4 years

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*hugs* I’m sorry that you’re still feeling bad, but happy for you that it’s at least a sign of healing (if that makes sense?). Even if it sucks spectacularly in the meantime. I’m glad that your meeting with your boss went well, at least. Also, I’m sorry you’ve had even more troubles with your game.

I’m loving the new mobile header (or whatever the proper term is), it makes me laugh every time I check your blog (it was my day off, so I spent a lot of time dicking around on random tumblrs). Screeching incoherently over the prequel, and preview of same. Like, genuinely, ridiculously excited to read it whenever you decide to publish it. I’ve been wondering how Peter and Noah first met almost from the word go, become more intrigued by the story of the garden gnomes with every hint dropped, can’t wait to see the full squad in action (the sweetness…the sass…the shenanigans…), and look forward to plenty of Hale family feels (omg, will the Jurassic Park version 1 happen?!).

Since I don’t currently know what else happens in the scene that was the previous preview, I chose to temporarily make my own scene end of having Noah take Peter somewhere to actually get dressed (bedroom, bathroom, whatever), and then just pulling him close and holding him for a bit and letting Peter just bury his face in his neck and scent him for a while until he feels a bit more grounded and able to pull himself together (wasn’t sure where Chris was to know if he’d join in or not), and then just kept using that mental image as my Moment of Zen for the day. (It wasn’t necessarily a bad day, just a day of lots of tiny annoyances that kept piling up.)

Also, while trying to motivate myself to actually do some cooking, I started drawing up a mental playlist that they put on when Chris is cooking and at least one of them is home (and probably most of the kids aren’t), whether Chris likes it or not. Thought I’d share, and very much welcome other recommendations if you have any:

Chewy, Chewy - Ohio Express

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy - Ohio Express

Sweeter Than Sugar - Ohio Express

Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby - Ohio Express (yeah, I realize they’re on here 4 times, but the songs are stupidly catchy and on theme)

Sugar, Sugar - The Archies

Kitchen Man - Bessie Smith

Hey Good Lookin’ - Hank Williams

Sugar - Maroon 5

Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard

I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) - The Four Tops

Honey - Mariah Carey

Candyman - Christina Aguilara

Cherry Pie - Warrant

Candy Shop - 50 Cent (Peter sticks this one on there just to watch Chris blush when it randomly pops up)

Bonus Cute Thought (because it literally just occurred to me): Who all serenades who with “Dear Future Husband” once they are officially planning the wedding? Is it pre-planned and involve choreography of any kind, or is it spontaneous because it randomly came on the radio?

Anyway, I’ll leave off on that (hopefully) amusing thought (look at me keeping it relatively short again! Should I be proud of that? I can’t actually decide…). Hope the rest of the week, such as it is, improves, and each day is at least a little bit better than the one before. Hugs to you and cuddles to Mo!

Yeah, the last two days were heavy and today was a good day where I held out for 8,5 hours in the line but I’m completely exhausted and didn’t get much else done. Sill, I showed my best side and tried very hard and I hope my boss sees that. If only to score some brownie points before I let them fire me in September.

So I’m gonna keep my replies relatively short, but I will definitely add all of these to my; listen to playlist. (Dear future Husband was immediately added to the fic playlist XD because yes.)

I’ll post a preview of what I have so far, don’t know if I’ll keep it in that wording because I was really tired when I wrote it, but it’ll show intent I think. Because yes, it’s gonna be very emotionally heavy but hopefully hopeful.

And I’m very happy to hear you enjoyed the prequel preview! It’s gonna be my camp July project. So I’m very excited to share ^^ (And shhh, but yeah, it’ll happen. It’s got too XD)

#ben says stuff #once upon a time comments #submission

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kristipetersenschoonover · 5 years

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My original Weird Al cassettes. Missing from this photo is WEIRD AL YANKOVIC IN 3-D. I’m pretty sure it’s down there in those bins, but I couldn’t find it. Now that I think about it, I also have ALAPALOOZA. I didn’t see that one down there either.

It’s been said that smell is the strongest of the human senses in terms of its connection to memory; that a smell can bring back a person, place, or emotion more effectively than any of the other senses.

But I’d argue that music is right up there with smell in terms of evoking certain memories. How many times have you heard a song and thought, “oh man, every time I hear this I think of [insert memory here]”?

While my mother was a musical person (this is really an understatement since music was her career), she was also very careful about what kinds of music she’d let her kids listen to. We were pretty much relegated to show tunes, orchestral and choir pieces, film scores, and the Maranatha! brand of Christian music that was on the rise in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Anything outside of that—and especially secular rock music—was pretty much a “no-no.”

This doesn’t mean, though, that we kids didn’t find clever ways to get everything from Madonna to Def Leppard into the house. We used to put the stuff on cassettes and give it some moral-sounding label, like “Children’s Hymns.” No one had any idea.

Until one of our babysitters gave us the cassette Weird Al Yankovic in 3-D and someone didn’t hide it well.

My original Weird Al cassettes. Missing from this photo is WEIRD AL YANKOVIC IN 3-D. I’m pretty sure it’s down there in those bins, but I couldn’t find it.

Somehow—perhaps it was because I was the oldest—I was the one that was responsible for smoothing the waters. I explained to her that this was funny; that it was completely innocent because it made fun of modern songs. She not only bought it, she was open to listening to it.

To my surprise, she enjoyed the album. What shocked me most was that her favorite song was “Nature Trail to Hell”; the tune not only had the word ‘hell’ in it, it was pretty graphic in skewering the gory slasher movie phenomenon that was all the rage in the mid-1980s.

There was some kind of irony in that, I thought. The least innocent song on the album turned out to be the one she not only heralded as the most humorous, she made me put it on in the car everywhere we went. The memories of those quick trips to the pharmacy, bank, or grocery store remain some of the strongest of my mother—probably because of that song.

As years went on, Weird Al remained a part of my life. “Yoda” championed my days on the Honor Society with my friend Susie Brush. “UHF” was that song I blasted on the highway back and forth between my early days at the University of Rhode Island and home. “Jurassic Park” was with me when I lived in Narragansett and waitressed at the now-abandoned Larchwood Inn, “She Drives Like Crazy” was my summers on the lake, and “Skipper Dan” was the theme for serving as a bridesmaid in a friend’s wedding.

When I met my husband Nathan, I discovered he was a huge fan of Weird Al as well. I was over the moon when I was able to get tickets to the Connecticut stop on his Strings Attached tour, and we had a blast creating new memories with old songs.

The final moment of Al’s performance on the Strings Attached tour featured a confetti cannon. I love this shot! Nathan took it.

Our getaway to the Weird Al Strings Attached tour

For information and a review of the concert itself, visit here: https://www.post-gazette.com/ae/music/2019/07/08/Weird-Al-Yankovic-benedum-center-strings-attached-tour-review/stories/201907080068

Our car is packed and ready to go!

A start-the-road-trip photo of Nathan and I.

The Hilton Garden Inn in Preston, CT. It’s just about a mile from Foxwoods, is convenient to get to, and has the most on-time shuttle service I’ve ever seen. I usually take crappy photos of buildings, but I took this one and I think it’s actually good enough to be on a brochure! I’m very proud of myself.

We had a drive that was a bit longer than it should have been, but you know, it’s Connecticut, and the traffic here is always gridlocked for no reason (which is why you shouldn’t drive through it if you can avoid it. You can never get anywhere in a timely fashion around here). SO…even though we listened to our favorite Weird Al songs on the road, it was definitely time to crash!

Our room number. I always photograph the room number so I remember it, because sometimes I’ve booked again at the same hotel and gotten the same room. It’s nice to know!

A pre-concert cocktail–and always refreshing after a dip in the pool.

Nathan and I in the bar having dinner before the concert.

The garlic parmesan fries were fantastic, and they were very accommodating when I asked for melted butter!

Nathan and I on the hotel shuttle to Foxwoods. We’ve stayed a few places that have shuttles to various attractions. By far, this is the most prompt and reliable service we’ve ever experienced.

Our seats were in Orchestra left Row P, and it was a great view. We were also very surprised to find out we were sitting in a section with cup holders and a cocktail server.

For some reason I just really wanted a photo of us on this plastic cow, which is a photo opp spot at Foxwoods. Kinda weird, but whatever.

We were done by about one in the morning. That’s pretty good for a couple of old timers who were up at 6 a.m.

When we woke up the next morning, we were treated to lots of cool stuff on TV about the anniversary of the moon landing! (When we arrived home, we spent the rest of the day doing nothing but watching HBO’s miniseries FROM THE EARTH TO THE MOON). There was something very magical about this.

Nathan stalks birds on the hotel property. There were a bunch of barn swallows with nests about.

While Nathan was birding, I enjoyed the pool.

Here’s a list of my top favorite Weird Al songs (and a couple of my husband’s favorites, too!) and where you can listen to them on Weird Al’s official YouTube channel.

“The Brady Bunch”

(Parody of “The Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats)