Cotton Candy peplum top, $24 / Black skirt, $68 / Casadei leather shoes, $425 / Madewell leather tote / Whistles bangle bracelet, $46 / Alex and ani bangle / Bling Jewelry opal jewelry / Yochi cross earrings / San Diego Hat Co bucket hat, $68 / Steve Madden aviator sunglasses / Gel nail care, $20 / Small appliance
What to do on a Wednesday night in East Lansing? That was the question Buddy and I were asking ourselves last Wednesday. Not exactly, since this Wednesday Buddy and I were prepared. We had bought tickets to see The Stone Temple Pilots and US Elevators at the Fillmore in Detroit. It was the US Elevators that Buddy and I wanted to see mostly, though I still think The Stone Temple Pilots are a great band.
Now, Detroit is less than an hour away from East Lansing, so no problem there. If you ever visit Detroit, you should at least visit the Fillmore if not to see a concert but to check this gorgeous place out. Look at the next photo:
This place is gorgeous! I'm not sure of it's history, but on the Fillmore website they write that they hold other events here besides concerts, perhaps a wedding, hint, hint, Buddy?
The next question, almost important as what to do, was what to wear? Well, from the top down to my knees I'm all Nastygal, the online clothing store, I'm a nice girl, really. The big differences between my Polyvore set and what I actually wore is that this was an indoor concert and I brought a different bag and wore different boots. Dad came through for me again with this pair of utterly beautiful YS knee high platform boots with impressive wooden heels. Maybe too high even for a concert even indoors, and I ended up sitting for most of the concert.
Other than that, my makeup was mostly on spot with the Polyvore set, and I did not bring the Quesadilla machine, at times I wish I had because I started getting a little hungry. Which brings me to the next photo:
After a great show by US Elevators and then The Stone Temple pilots, I decided to go looking for something to wet my whistle and maybe meet some of the guys from one of the bands or better yet all of them. Yep, I was trying to be a groupie, but I wasn't alone, Buddy was with me, though not for long, because somehow we became separated and I found myself in one of the Fillmore's bars without Buddy. That's where I am in the second photo which was perfect except for the absence of Buddy. Now, the Fillmore has two very nice bars and I was having trouble finding the rock stars I was looking for, though I did find a refreshing wine spritzer. While I was there, waiting for something, Buddy or for rock stars, I overheard a group of girls talking who seemed to have the same goal I had, Buddy excepted, sorry Buddy you're all mine. I struck up a conversation with them, and the girl who was engrossed in Twitter suddenly told us that The Stone Temple Pilots were staying at the MGMGrande in Detroit for the night before heading to their next tour date the following day. In between their hysterical screams of joy, I asked them if I could go with them and I was relieved and thankful that they said yes. I had done some research prior to the concert about how to meet rock stars,and so far I wasn't following the rules at all. Oh why not, I told myself, they are rock stars after all.
When we got the Grande, which let me say is the hotel you should stay in when you visit Detroit whether you're a rock star or not, our little pack of groupies headed straight for the front desk. Suddenly I realized this was a bad idea, but before I could say "Stop!" they were already asking the clerk guy about the whereabouts of our rock star quarry. When the clerk, of course, denied any knowledge, I quickly interjected that we were just curious and that we were waiting for someone else. Now what? Well, we wandered around winding up in the Grande's bar which seemed like a good place to look:
And it's good looking too! Suddenly, one of us, I'm not sure who, started screaming again, a member of the band had been spotted! I don't know what he was thinking, maybe that he had seen a ghost, and he immediately started running away, all of us following and screaming like we had seen a ghost too. Which we had, because he lost us somehow, must be these heels us groupies like to wear. As we watched him turn the corner, none of us could help but laugh boisterously and it was difficult to stop.
Now what? They all looked at me, maybe because I seemed to be older and a college girl, so I'm like "What?" Reluctantly, we headed back to the bar, not sure what to do. What happened next seems a little hazy now, but we spotted another band member and this time neither him nor us became crazily excited. What our goal to accomplish was, I'm not sure at this point and a strange, dream like series of events followed. I found myself, along with the other girls, in one of the band member's hotel room with the rest of the band. While the other girls were running around and screaming hysterically, asking for autographs or for selfies, dancing to the music in the background, or asking inappropriate questions like "Can I have your underwear?" I stood there, watching and wondering what comes next.
What did happen, caught me completely by surprise. I heard a voice telling me he liked my boots. I turned, and it was one of The Stone Temple Pilots. Because the music was so loud, I thought at first that he said "boobs" and I was about to say "OK, hold on there tiger..." when I realized he was talking about my YS's. I don't know if it was what the other girls were doing or a rock star was talking to me, I suddenly felt very nervous. I meekly responded "Thank you" while my boots wobbled, and not just from the heels being almost 7 inches tall. Then he told me I smelled nice and asked me about the fragrance I was wearing. I told him it was Old Spice, and he said "You're kidding?" And I said no I wear it all the time, and he said "Hey, you're a cool chick" then I noticed a noise coming out of my bag. It was my cell phone! Buddy had been calling for the last hour or two and I hadn't even noticed it! After I slapped my forehead, thinking how neglectful I had been, I told my new friend "Oh that's my boyfriend!" he said simply "Alright, I'll get back to you later" and walked away. While I talked to Buddy and watched as the band appeared to go into a sort of huddle, I realized that when Buddy showed up I would be even more of a fifth wheel than I already was.
As I left, I tried to say goodbye but I don't think anyone noticed. Maybe someone said "Nice meeting you," the music was loud enough that maybe I didn't notice this time.
In the car with Buddy, during the drive back to East Lansing, I thought to myself "I was just blown off by a rock band!" Nah, it isn't everyday you meet someone that famous and I felt I should be grateful for the experience. I can't chalk the whole experience up to the way I was dressed, or the Old Spice I wear, though it must have helped.
So that's all for now. Check back again for more exciting adventures in fashion, and if you're on Polyvore don't forget to vote for my contest sets. Please! I need your help!
Catchya later.
Ciao.
