What is there to say really? If I could sum up Saturday's social event of the year it would be with this one word: excess
There was big hair, black clothing, fishnet stockings, leather (of the real and pleather varieties), heels, fake tattoos, adult beverages, and of course hard core rock and roll dancing. All of it in excess and It. Was. Awesome.
Again, I shall let the pictures speak a thousand words.
It is my life's mission to thoroughly traumatize our children for years to come. Unfortunately, it appears as though we are in costume so often that looking like this barely registers as a blip on their freakshow radar.
I feel as though my friend, Jen, had the best comment regarding The General after seeing his picture posted on Facebook: "Just when you think that man can't top his former outfits . . ."
After feeling a big of panic at being without one article of clothing or a single accessory only a week before the dance, I took a last ditch effort by entering Deb for the first time since 1994. You know the store I'm talking about, right? The one where everyone woman ages 33-45 shopped for a prom dress at some point in their lives? Well, I'm here to tell you that not only do they still sell gowns for all your formalwear needs, this store is also a goldmine for theme parties. Did I ever think I would leave my house dressed in tight black pleather tights? Absolutely not. After seeing how slimming this article of clothing makes my legs appear in these pictures is it possible I might never wear anything else? Perhaps.
The only thing more fun that acting like a fool in ridiculous costuming is having a crazy group of friends who are more than willing to do the same.
As was stated many times, it is beyond me why this event doesn't draw in at least twice the crowd that it does. If anyone has an answer or suggestions for increasing traffic please let me know. It is seriously non-stop fun.
|The ORIGINAL First Family of Rock|
|I mean, come on. This woman has seven children yet looks exactly like she did when I started dating The General in 1993. Ridiculous!|
|Sharon and Ozzy. Who knew Match Guy was so buff!|
|These four should never be left together unsupervised.|
|Their wives, on the other hand, are clearly model citizens at all times.|
|And this is when things start to get really fun!|
|Robert Palmer and his "Addicted to Love" girls. Minus Robert Palmer who was currently manning the DJ booth. He's multi-talented!|
|Kid Rock and Joe C. Get up, snitches!|
|The General is in the back mixing it up at the turntables. A dream come true.|
|Is that Steven Tyler or Tru Stories? I can hardly tell the difference!|
|Capture of the night. THIS is the face of rock and roll, people.|
|Seriously, who is this person?|
|There were actual real live musicians performing this year as well, not just rock star wannabes like the rest of us posers.|
|The Man of Honor disguised as Meatloaf. Love him and his loving soul.|
|Here we go - ready to ROCK!|
|And the photobombing begins.|
|Best Dressed. Again.|
|This year we actually brought home the hardware. It's currently residing where the Fantasy Football trophy once lived.|
|Head bang Contest = A sore neck two days later.|
|Fact: Coach really is repulsed by his wife. Either that or he has thoroughly enjoyed living the rock and roll lifestyle in form of mass beer consumption.|
|The previous two pictures sums up their friendship perfectly. It is any mystery why they were drawn to each other at JJC?|
|My favorite picture of the night. Mother and son: the family that rocks together stays together.|