Where's my cherry!?

OH...HOLY MOLY! My husband and I attend the bike run every year in Laughlin, called the Laughlin River Run. Great motorcycles, great food and great bands! My butt hurts at the end of the ride, but those dangeroous little 151-soaked cherries take ALL the pain away.

The last run we attended, Warrant performed. I know Jerry, the bass player from Warrant, so I was excited to watch this gig.  After about a dozen cherries, I started screaming, "cherry pie! cherry pie! I want my sweet cherry pie!".  Yes things only got more ugly from there. I do remember telling the security guard that I was OK, I knew them. Yes that ALWAYS goes over well with Security!

They really need to inform you of the potency of those darn little cherries! 151? I mean who can eat a dozen of those and still live?  Anyway, I think Jerry has forgotten my phone number and e-mail address after that escapade! I harrassed every cocktail waitress there, for those stupid cherries!

If you ever want to grab someone's attention, just blurt out something ridicuous, like, "I want one of your cherries!" and see what happens...SILENCE will happen. That horrible sound of crickets!

From what I can still remember from this "road trip", Warrant put on a fantastic show. It was with their new line up, new frontman, same kick-butt show, as always! I got up and danced to this song, and made a real you know what of my self, but all in good, we had a blast, loved every minute and...oh who am I kidding, I just don't even remember!