Real Men Wear Leather Kilts

Okay, so here is how it all went down.

I went to go see the Charlatans UK (don't get the wrong idea here, it was free) last night at the ridiculous House of Blues that resides within the confines of the self-proclaimed, "Happiest Place on Earth."

A note about the show: The Charlatans UK are one of those early britpop bands that predated Oasis, but are basically a more attractive version... They were the britpop band with a keyboard. I think I had their first two albums, but then I discovered bigger and better things.
The show was a veritable time warp, with the dated music, the fist-pumping male energy of those terrible shows from the 90's that were sponsored by KROQ and inevitably featured some sort of beachball toss in the audience. At one point I thought I would wake up the next morning restored to my former 1992 hot pink bob, monkey boots and a nosering glory. It was all really, sadly mediocre. But the boys in the band gave it a good college rock try.

If any of you fine people have had the extreme misfortune of attending a show at the Disney HOB, you can possibly relate to my quandary... However, I did see a flyer for a (gasp!) Nina Hagen show later this month... So I may just have to swallow hard and brave the docker-clad rockers once again... (because nothing says, "washed out post-punk luminary" quite like Nina Hagen at Disneyland.)

Anyways.... Downtown Disney is always an inspiring place for people watching. You can play my very favorite bored games of, "Pretend to be a really clueless Eurotrash tourist," or, "Spot the Canadian." Endless hours of mindless enjoyment to be had at other people's expense.

So here we are, the show has let out, the House of Blues Karaoke lounge is an intimidating mix of America Idol rejects and actual Disney park employees (which is the worst thing I can imagine in a Karaoke bar), so we are retreating to the parking lot, when I see him...

Long, stringy mane that looks not unlike clumpy angel hair pasta, Ubiquitous trucker cap, faded, two-sizes too large "Pantera" concert T-shirt, tucked into a (are you ready?) Leather kilt. The black socks, the white track shoes... It was Paxil Rose, my friends.

He was the best thing I have seen in years.. and so disarming that I was unable to pry my gaze from his visage to fully evaluate his female companion... in fact I have no recollection... and you all know, those who know me, what a rarity this is... as I tend to want to get a good look at any gal who would hook up with such a person... but he was just that amazing.

I didn't know what to do... I wanted to follow him to his car, I wanted to follow him home... I just couldn't help but get a bit sucked into his desperate, leather kilt wearing world....

My friends had abandoned me at this point... so I had to scream out to them, "Where do we go???? Where do we go now??? OHHHHH, Where do we go???"

I am sure he gets it all the time... but in this case, it was said with love.

Peace out- bitches.

Darcie