Last night I went to see Courtney Love and The Suicide Girls at the Fillmore. (Love and Suicide! Crazy and Strippers! Beatings and Boobies! Baseball and Apple Pie!!) There was also some horrible band which I didn’t have any interest in seeing and I HOPED they would start the show so I could watch a couple more minutes of the World Series and I was 15 minutes late.

15 minutes!!!

I’ve gone to shows that didn’t start for HOURS after they were suposed to, but NOoooo, not this one. Started right on time. I nearly knocked the ticket taker off his little stool bailing past him only to get to see the very last 5 minutes of the Suicide Girls. But at least I saw that, cause LORD knows what you were looking at last night, and I can promise you, it wasn’t as hot as the 5 minutes of SG I did get to see.

Speaking of hot, I also ran into Simone Kross and Kendra Knight.

I’m suprised the Fillmore didn’t burn down with all that Hotness!

Oh, and then there was Courtney Love with the hottie hottie girl band. I think the people at the very front of the stage got more then their money’s worth as she stood with one leg up on the speaker in front of her throwing things into the audience. Generally, If I’m going to let someone look up MY skirt while throwing things at them, I charge a little more then $30 an hour.

Then Robin Williams came out on stage to rally everyone for an oncore. Robin Fucking Williams! Yes, I was beside myself.

Then I found a wad of cash on the stairs.

And the Red Sox won again!!

If it wasn’t for missing most of the SG’s, I would have thought I dreamt the evening. Cause trust me, if I dream a fabulous evening, and the SG are involved, there would be a naked jucuzzi party with me in the middle.

All in all, I think the word of the night was hot. Even the people who came to see Love and Suicide were hot!