Oh, Therra, I'm screaming! I'm trying to remember the last time I wore heels that were higher than a cassette tape case lying forgotten under a floor mat. Memory fails to come up with even a close estimate. I do, however, remember wearing 4" platform shoes to an Emerson, Lake & Palmer concert at the Warehouse in New Orleans, and having to grab a guy around the leg because his hobnail-booted foot was about to step on my hand as I tried to lever myself into standing position when people started rushing the stage. After I bit his leg (through his denim coveralls), he finally noticed that I was there and jumped back. Good times!
Oh yeah! I avoid any venues where it involves standing through the show or climbing into the hemisphere to seats that are too narrow for my ample backside. Rock on Therra!
Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll Too Young To Die
I've reached the age when the younger men I lust after are in their fifties. What the hell happened?
I so identify with this story!
Laughing With you all the way on this one.
Oh, Therra, I'm screaming! I'm trying to remember the last time I wore heels that were higher than a cassette tape case lying forgotten under a floor mat. Memory fails to come up with even a close estimate. I do, however, remember wearing 4" platform shoes to an Emerson, Lake & Palmer concert at the Warehouse in New Orleans, and having to grab a guy around the leg because his hobnail-booted foot was about to step on my hand as I tried to lever myself into standing position when people started rushing the stage. After I bit his leg (through his denim coveralls), he finally noticed that I was there and jumped back. Good times!
Oh yeah! I avoid any venues where it involves standing through the show or climbing into the hemisphere to seats that are too narrow for my ample backside. Rock on Therra!