Watch out for black goo, P Funk

I'm not sure if it is against the laws of blogging to blog about something that happened before my previous post, but I'm gonna do it anyways. I harumph in the face of laws. Har-rumph!

Last Friday, a few friends and I headed down to the ever-magical and mystical Long Beach to see George Clinton and P-Funk. We were a bit skeptical of it at first because, as you may or may not know, these guys don't get together often. We were all very very excited. Kinda like chipmunks, but less fuzzy.

When we got to the club, the line was wrapped around the block in both directions, so we started to feel a little more confident about the band actually being there. As it was Friday, all of us were so tired from the week we decided we our first drink would have to be a redbull and vodka.

Once we got inside, we were sure this was going to be an excellent night. I believe one of my esteemed colleagues said the place looked like a Vegas-style place LA style, meaning the owners were too lazy to go all out with the swank. The silver sparkly curtains were enough for me though. With redbulls and vodka for everyone, we got the night started off right. I drank one, even though I think redbull looks like pee. For some reason, I felt like it was a good idea to keep drinking, despite the fact that I had a granola bar for dinner. People just kept handing me drinks. (If you are one of the people who handed me a drink, thank you, by the way. I hope one day I can do the same for you.)

P Funk managed to rope in about four cadrillion opening acts, so by the time they got on, I was thouroughly toasted. I'm talking wheat bread, on setting #7. You could have smeared me with butter and jam, and I would not have noticed. After the ??? song, I decided I had to sit down, so I worked my way out of the crowd towards the edge of the club.

Had it not been for one particularly heroic person, we'll call him Snappy, I probably would have passed out in a puddle of black goo on the floor. Snappy made sure I drank water, and even plopped down next to me on the floor (and got black goo on his hand) so I could pass out on his shoulder. I must have slept for at least 30 minutes, when Snappy asked me if I wanted to go to the car (or did I suggest it? I don't remember.). So we went, Snappy and me (aka Superdrunk Girl who made a complete ass out of herself) to the car so I could sleep and so Snappy could make sure I did not die.

And if you are raising your eyebrows at this point because I am stopping the story, you can put those bushy brows back down. (yeah, i just told you you have bushy brows, what are you going to do about it? huh? huh? Oh. Don't do that. I'm sorry.)

I didn't, which was good. And I didn't even barf. So there. Needless to say the evening was one I will not forget, even though parts are still a bit fuzzy.