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Friday afternoon, hubs and I made the drive to Tampa to see our beloved Ke$ha. The show was at the Florida State Fairgrounds (or whatever the place is called now) and the drive is about an hour and a half away but it took us over three hours to get there. Two of those hours were trying to get out of Orlando. If anything good came out of that annoying and stress-filled car ride, it’s that it put us directly in the mood to drink.

Once we finally got to Tampa, we checked into our hotel and got ready which basically means I put on a hooker’s worth of eye makeup and hub’s changed into his stylish new threads that he was very excited about.

All mine, ladies. And gents.

After we got ready, we met up with my bestie (who drove down separately), had a drink in the room, and then walked across the street to the concert.

The show started 15 minutes after we got through security so we basically had to run to the stage when we heard her set begin. We really thought there would be an opener before her, but nope. Nothing. It’s weird, but I feel like I need an opener to get properly excited (and drunk). Also, I’m not a fan of concerts that start when it’s still light out. It’s kinda a mood killer.

Her set was disappointingly short, but I guess that’s what you get with a double headliner. There are so many songs off her new album that she didn’t play that would have been perfect songs live. (The Beautiful Life, anyone? I mean, she tells you to light your phones up in the lyrics. It’s like that song was written to be played live.)

But still, I love her and even though the show wasn’t as fun as the last three times we’ve seen her, I still had a great time and got some great pictures.

Hubs didn’t like that she relied on a backup singer a lot this time around. You can see her in the background of the picture below.

That chick sounded just like Ke$ha. If I wasn’t watching, I probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. I didn’t really mind (or notice until hubs said something). At least it wasn’t a backing track (I hate those) and Ke$ha would put her microphone down when she wasn’t doing the singing so it’s not like she was trying to fake it.

By the time we were really getting into the show, it was over.

Such a bummer. Her encore only had one song. *sniff* I feel like three or four more songs probably would have made it all better.

Then it was time for Pitbull. We got a drink before he came on because you need those to listen to that crap.

Forgive the hair. It was hella humid, so it was soaking wet from underneath for most of the night. Next time, I’ll invest in a hair tie.

We watched one or two of Pitbull’s songs and that’s all it took.

We left. Sorry to all the Pitbull lovers out there, but he is one of my most hated artists. I can’t even stand looking at him. We weren’t the only ones either, because tons of people were leaving during his show.

We still had a good time overall, got some food after the show, and then hung out a bit in the hotel room. Next time we see Ke$ha, we’ll make sure she’s the only headliner so we get more songs and zero Pitbull.

Ke$ha for President! (Part 2)

Yesterday around 5:30 I was typing up my Ke$ha blog post and remembering how much fun the concert was. Then I got a bright idea. Why don’t I go to the concert AGAIN.

The show was sold out, but I checked Ticketmaster just in case and called House of Blues (no answer). Hubs and I decided to drive to Downtown Disney to see if we could find a scalper. Once we arrived, I checked the HOB box office to see if any tickets happened to free up. They had one. So, we bought it and so began our hunt for Ticket #2.

I asked the box office lady if she had seen anyone selling tickets and she said there were a couple around. So we stood around for an hour trying to find someone.

No dice.

I asked someone who looked like a concert promoter about potential scalpers too. She said that Disney shoos them away and is really strict about it and to walk around with my finger up.

Ugh.

We felt like total d-bags doing this. We walked around, fingers up, waiting for a scalper to approach us and it didn’t happen. Finally, I decided to stand right in front of the box office with my finger up and hubs kept walking around.

Within 1 minute, a guy approached me, asked me how much I wanted to pay, I told him, and the deal was on.

I really liked the way this guy sold tickets too. I gave the ticket to Fabian, he got in, when I saw the ticket was valid, I paid the guy (who looked a lot like Ewan McGregor).

Happy to be inside!

This time I didn’t focus as much on taking pictures as I did on rocking out. But I did get some good ones.

Ke$ha and hubs are twinsies!

This time around I noticed a little tidbit about her backup dancers.

This picture is a little dark, but I love it. Around this time, Hubs started talking to a random chic who told him that she thought Ke$ha was fat.

Um. No my friend. She is not.

At one point, I went to the bar to get a drink. When I went to pay for it, some guy knocked my hand away. I was confused. I thought he was drunk and just being an ass. The bartender informed me he wanted to pay for my drink. So that’s the way you guys do it these days. I’m so old.

I told him thank you and asked him if I could take a dirty picture of him.

Look how cute he is! I had my glasses on and 8 chins and he still wanted to buy me a drink. ❤ ❤  I do feel a little bad because I don’t think he had any idea I ordered a shot AND a beer.

Anyway, if you are reading this cute drink buying man – thanks again. That made my night.

There was a point in Friday night’s show where Ke$ha brought a 13 year old kid up on stage and Saran-wrapped him to a chair.

This was right before she sang “Grow a Pear” so there was a guy dressed in a pear costume on stage and another guy dressed as a penis. I don’t remember this part, but apparently the guy dressed as a penis was slapping his B’s on the kid’s face.

So, so wrong. Even Ke$ha said, “well, this is a new one.”

Pretty sure she got in trouble for that because at Saturday’s show she said she normally does that song but couldn’t do it because Disney didn’t want the penis on stage. I guess with Disney, penises are only ok for The Little Mermaid cover. (Remember that?)

She also dropped “The Harold Song” and didn’t add any new songs, so that was a little disappointing but the show was still crazy fun.

After the concert, the “Ke$ha is fat” girl was trying to schmooze the bouncers to get backstage. I had just enough beer in me to call her out to all her friends and the bouncers. I think I yelled something to the effect of, “she told my husband she thinks Ke$ha is fat!” She admitted it but Hubs thinks I ruined her game because she got a little embarrassed and left.

The girl was probably 15 years younger than me and 9 inches shorter, so I would probably leave if a strange Amazon lady called me out too. But if she got backstage somehow after dissing Ke$ha, I would have flipped out.

Once we got outside of HOB, hubs wanted to wait in the area where all the musicians leave to see if we could see Ke$ha leaving. I had to go to the bathroom, so I walked down to the public one in the Downtown Disney area. While I was there, I could hear a lady with her son in the stall next to me. Her son was crying and she was smacking him and yelling at him to stop whatever he was doing. I must have drank the “special” beer last night because I yelled for her to stop smacking him. She said, “I’m not.” And I said, “Yes you are because I can hear it.”

Anyway, after that exchange the smacking stopped, the crying stopped, and I waited for them for a few minutes to come out of the stall to make sure the kid was ok. I could see the mom cleaning up the floor while I was waiting, so I think the kid couldn’t make it in the toilet and that’s what she was pissed about.

When they came out of the stall, she was just pulling him along to keep up with her but he looked like he was ok so I walked back to find hubs again.

So, there you have it. Night two of Ke$ha. I’m definitely glad I decided to go a second night. Selling out two HOB shows in a row probably means she’s on to bigger venues for the next tour, and those shows are never as fun.

On a final note, neither morning after Ke$ha did I wake up feeling like P. Diddy but I do think her love is my drug.

Ke$ha for President!

Last night, a bunch of us went to see Ke$ha at the House of Blues in Downtown Disney. Before I tell you about the night, just know that there is no way in hell that I wasn’t going to take advantage of taking this picture.

I don’t have a sticker on my shirt. That’s on the mirror.

Lisa, Becky, and Pete met up with the hubs and I at our house a little after 5:00 where we saved some money by having one or five pre-concert drinks.

Hubs decided it would be fun to rent a limo for the night and make sure our neighbors knew we were high rollers and meant business. Our lawn may  not be mowed and our fence door is hanging off it’s hinges, but we ride in limos. Take that HOA.

The limo was really nice. Plus, limos ensure we don’t interrupt the constant flow of alcohol.

On an interesting side note, the limo company told the hubs not to drink out of this bottle because they don’t know where it’s been.

There was some sort of clear liquid in it with suspicious looking floaty things. I didn’t drink it. I sniffed it, of course. You get told not to drink something and you at least sniff it.

The limo ride down was FUN. We had drinks, jammed to music, and I got my drunk tweet on.

Pete and the hubs are trying to figure out how to hook up the iPod in the back.

The drink? Parrot Bay Key Lime rum and Sprite Zero. THE JAM.

When we arrived at Downtown Disney a little after 7:00 and quickly found some spots to stand inside House of Blues and got more drinks.

Beer out of a can. The only thing that could make these better is if they were served in paper bags.

Beardo opened for Ke$ha.

To say this guy was weird and a major creepster would be the understatement of the century.

I was blown away when the whole crowd was actually singing one of his songs.

We were confused. WHO ARE YOU BEARDO?

After the concert was over, Beardo was hanging out in the crowd hitting on teenage girls, taking pictures with them, nuzzling their necks, and giving them glitter condoms.

Then some cross-dressing lady-man came out of nowhere and Hubs hilariously photo-bombed them.

Beardo didn’t play long. Thank God. And then Ke$ha came on and all was right with the world.

Love her microphone stand.

I think she’s singing The Harold Song here. LOVE that song.

She sang “Dirty Picture” (her song with Taio Cruz) and we were all pretty shocked she sang that one.

I really only wanted to take a couple pictures, put my camera away, and enjoy the concert but it was SO hard to get a good picture. That girl does not stand still on stage and there were so many taller people in front of me that a lot of them came out blurry.

Ke$ha was awesome. The show was sold out and I wish I had tickets to see her second show at House of Blues tonight because I would totally go a second night in a row.

I found this picture of her on Wikipedia that I thought was awesome and just wanted to share.

After the concert, we met up with Pete (he didn’t go to the show but hung out for the limo ride and chilled in Downtown Disney while we were in House of Blues.)

Who’s awesome at taking pictures of 5 people by just holding out her arm? I am!(Oh, and that’s glow in the dark tape on the hub’s face.)

We got back in the limo and went to Ember downtown. We didn’t stay long but we did get some food. I want to rub their empanadas all over my body. They’re that good.

I stopped taking pictures once we got to Ember because my ass was beat tired.

After Ember, we came home. Lisa, Pete, and the hubs went for a dip in the pool while Becky and I stayed dry because we are sane people.

Overall, that was one of the most fun concerts I’ve been to. I love me some Ke$ha and all the haters can suck it.

Who do you love that you get crap about?