I love the fact that I am actually blogging in my bed right now, how appropriate! All I need is a bottle of liquor next to me, some cigarettes, and maybe a line on my chest and I would be seriously re-enacting history right about now! Kidding, of course;)
Let’s cut right to the chase, shall we? I’ve been a Kid Rock fan since high school, mostly since Adriana and I became inseperable. In case you’ve never read a previous post, Adriana is one of my besties, a girl after my own heart. We have birthdays 6 days apart, so we made it a tradition to catch a Kid Rock show every year as our present to each other. The first one was our freshman year of college, Adriana and I went to a show with her boyfriend at the time and her dad. Before you question that, you should know that Adriana’s dad regularly rocks out to the Kid and was even inspired by him to “trick out” his Hummer.
Adriana’s dad got the hookup with 5th row tickets, and it was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. I think the huge white fur coat drew me in. Or maybe the pyrotechnics… or maybe the song “Rock and Roll.” Either way, we had an amazing time. I had met several other rock stars at this point (another post) but I knew we weren’t getting backstage with Adriana’s boyfriend and dad. We went back to school with a cheap beer buzz, singing the songs the whole way home.
The following year, Adriana and I had a falling out. We were supposed to live together, but after a particularly colorful fight with my ex at Adriana’s birthday party, she backed out of our living agreement. She said she didn’t want to lose me as a friend over guy drama, like she had with a previous roommate. In retrospect, she was probably right, but of course I didn’t see it at the time and went almost a year without speaking to her. One random summer day, she left me her 500th voicemail, saying she missed me and wanted to make things ok again. And she wouldn’t still be calling if she didn’t care about me. And that Kid Rock would be in town by her family’s summer home. I finally called her back.
We made plans to go to the show. We stayed for a few days at her summer house, just relaxing and carefully planning our outfitts. I had broken my foot a few weeks before this, but I absolutely refused to wear my cast. I mean fuck, that would ruin all chances of meeting the band! I wore a black Juicy dress, low cut of course. Adriana wore a yellow satin tank and jeans. We both tried to puff up our hair and lips, basically go for the Pamela Anderson look. We succeeded.
Everyone at the show was… well white trash. More the women than the men – I can’t complain, because it worked in our favor. We chatted our way to the front, where I saw a roadie setting up backstage, wearing a t-shirt from my college. I pointed this out to Adriana, and when the roadie and I made eye-contact, I waved him over. I asked him if he went to our school since he was wearing the shirt (even though he was way too old to be a student and I knew this, it was my method of flattery – and it worked) and he just laughed. He said he was way too old to be in college, and didn’t go there, a friend bought him the shirt. I told him that I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but I didn’t want to walk all the way to the top of the hill (outdoor venue) to the bathrooms because my foot was broken. Shockingly, I was telling the truth! He asked where my cast was, but I told him it didn’t go with my outfit.
Kindly, he brought me backstage to use the bathroom… on Kid Rock’s tour bus! He flirted a bit with me, gave me two Coors Lights for me and my partner in crime, and walked me back to the show. Adriana and I sipped our beers and waited for the show to start. This would be a good time to mention that Adriana’s parents came to the show too, but were at the top of the hill with some of their friends. The venue was close enough to their home that we could just walk back.
Before the show started, a man came from back stage up to Adriana and I, and said, “Who are you with?” We were confused by the question, and said, “Each other…?” He said, “Good. Kid wants to see you after the show. Here are your passes. I’ll come get you when the show is over.” Adriana and I could not believe our luck. We rocked out during the show, and when it ended we could barely contain our excitement.
Sure enough, the man who gave us the passes came and got us, along with the original roadie who took me to the bathroom. We walked back towards the hotel connected to the venue, and on our way there was a huge tent where people were partying. We assumed we’d be going there, to the meet and greet or afterparty, or whatever it was. We started walking towards the tent, and the men stopped us. They said, “Your passes say BG – that’s Bob’s Guest. You’re coming to his party.”
They walked us into the hotel, and after we passed security a few times, a woman who worked at the hotel took us into a huge ballroom… she looked at us and said, “Oh… you girls got the ass pass.” We just laughed, confused about why we were sitting in a huge ballroom covered in crystal by ourselves. We walked over to a small area, where there was one bottle of Grey Goose, one pizza, a case of Coors Light, and a few 12-packs of Coke. Clearly this was not going to be a big party…
We each got a beer and sat down. Then the strippers dancing during the show came in and shot us death looks. We assumed they were there to hang out, and we assumed wrong. One of them looked at Adriana and said, “Who are you? I’m here to get paid, and get the fuck out of here.” What did we do to deserve such a thorny welcome? The girls left about 10 minutes later, when someone came in and gave them their money.
About 5 minutes after that, Bob came in with the band. He came up to us, and I shook his hand and introduced myself. He was so normal, wearing Adidas pants and a white tank top. I felt like he was my neighbor or something. He went to shake Adriana’s hand, and she wrapped him in a big hug. It was hillarious! We all sat at a round table, and had a few beers. I wanted a cigarette, and whispered this to Adriana. Bob heard me and yelled, “Handsome Sam! Go get the girl some cigarettes!” And whoever Handsome Sam was ran off to accomodate my addiction! We were having the best time… all of the guests staying on the first floor of the hotel were re-routed though the second floor, and no one was allowed to walk near the area we were in.
That is until Adriana’s dad came storming though the doors, escorted by 5 police officers, screaming, “That’s my daughter! Let me go!” I am not even joking here people. He came over to Adriana and I and said, “Girls, let’s go! I have to wake up early tomorrow!” Talk about embarassing. Seriously, are there words? Bob started cracking up, said hi to Adriana’s dad, and we left… but not before I got the roadie’s number.
The following winter, the Superbowl was hosted in Detroit. Kid Rock set up 2 or 3 shows for the weekend, and I called the roadie to get hooked up with some passes. He wasn’t going to be at the show, but knew people who would be, and arranged 4 passes for me. Adriana couldn’t go, and stupidly, I brought my ex, along with Lindsay and her boyfriend at the time. My ex and Lindsay’s boyfriend were wasted within the first 30 minutes, before the show even started. Lindsay and I ditched them, since we were surrounded by famous people and didn’t want to be embarassed. We went to the bathroom, and ran into Jenna Jameson. The Jenna Jameson. I whispered to Lindsay, “Holy shit, is that Jenna?” Jenna came out of the stall laughing, and talked to us for 10 minutes. She was the absolute sweeest to us, took pictures with us, and danced with us the rest of the night.
While we were dancing to Cowboy, my brilliant ex started screaming “Slut” at me. One of the security guards thought he was talking to Jenna, and threw him out on his ass. I refused to leave with him, I was having a great time, why should I have to leave because he was an asshole? The night ended up an absolute shit-fest, Lindsay and I searching all night over the city of Detroit for my ex. He ended up crawling into bed at 5am covered in blood and writing. Talk about a mess! I caught up with Bob before we left for the night, and we made plans for the night after… now those details will remain under lock and key my friends;)
A few weeks ago, Adriana came to New York for the Kid Rock show at Madison Square Garden. We got Bob’s regular MSG seats, courtesy of Mr. X actually, and the show was amazing, as usual. Rev Run was there, with J. Giles. I emailed Bob’s DJ, Paradime, to get the after-show details. The afterparty was at Wildwood Barbeque, but Adriana and I skipped out and met some random undercover officers to have chicken strips and mozzarella sticks at the 24 hour diner with – gotta keep it elegant, you know?
“I’ll rock you baby all night long, then I gotta roll!”
A certain someone and I…. 
Censored of course! Hahaha
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