Rock of...Something

As I mentioned in my last post, I stuck around Harrah's on Friday night to go to the Bret Michael's concert. He first played at the House of Blues at the Showboat -- a show my group actually missed because the got caught in traffic in New York City. We, um, weren't that upset.

But I did get to watch him do an acoustic set on the outdoor deck of the Pool at Harrah's. He sounded OK, but the real show were the people in the audience. Egads.

I'll even admit that my dress was a bit shorter than what I would normally wear. It was NOTHING compared to the other outfits. It was half hard core Poison fans (wearing silly cowboy hats) and have, well, people who think "reality show" means "real fame." Lots of women dressed in every fashion trend reported in the last three months of People magazine. And tight. Skin tight.

My favorite outfit of the night was a black sequin tube dress, not necessarily for the ridiculousness of the outfit but because of the person wearing it. She first tried to straddle the Harrah's globe (while her friends took pictures), then spent most of the evening dancing in the Pool. She was only up to her ankles, and given the rowdiness of the crowd, I'm surprised someone didn't 'nudge' her in.

I'm sorry I don't have pictures to share -- I dropped my camera a few weeks ago and am waiting for a pro to figure out if he can fix it or not. But it was probably as ridiculous as you could imagine. But, hey, it was a lot of fun.

To read more about my thoughts on Harrah's (and casinos in general), click over to my other online gig at NJVoices.com.

Oh, and I had to add this: before the concert, Steve Chernoski (of the North/South Jersey movie and the videographer behind my Down the Shore with Jen vlog series) and I filmed a segment for NBC40 that's set to air sometime this week. When I said where I was headed that evening, his jaw dropped -- literally. He apparently is a huge Poison fan. Who'd have thought?