Tracy's Brithday with Cake

So, Tracy is having another birthday, as we all do during the year at some point. And this year, when I asked Tracy what she wanted, she wanted to go see Cake play at The Nugget. I said, "Whatever you want. It is YOUR 21st birthday." (Of course she is 21! And I am 20. Leave us alone.)

So, we donned our partying outfits, got there early and had ourselves a good time. With no boys allowed!





First, we went to Great Basin Brewery for a very nice meal consisting of meats and beer. I loves me the meats and beer.

Then, we went inside and had ourselves a drink. When I ordered my libation, (a Bombay and tonic, please!) I thought I would get a typical casino drink: watered down, with a lot of ice to water it down even more. However, I was pleasantly surprised when the lovely bartender actually poured a drink that had some legs to it. And boy, do I mean legs! Tracy went to get hers watered down with some more 7, and she was drinking a 7 & 7. Anyhoo, needless to say, the bartenders at The Nugget know how to pour a drink. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that John Ascuaga is Basque, and as we all know, Basques know how to DRINK!

Next, we proceed into the Rose Ballroom. We are in the second row, and are happy with our positions. We hang out. Take turns going to the bathroom. Watch the kick ass opening act, Agent Ribbons. Wait for Cake to come on stage, and then they do, and we have a kick ass time singing and dancing. (I, apparently, am very fun to go to concerts with because I go with the flow and appreciate live music. Hence the rock star boyfriend.)





Cake leaves the stage. People begin chanting, "Cake. Cake. Cake." Cake comes back onto the stage. They start playing their second act. I feel a tap on my shoulder and a girl is there, and she says to me, "Can my boyfriend and I stand in front of you?"

Now, mind you, by this time Tracy and I have milled our way to the front, mainly because some people have decided to leave early to beat the traffic. Fine by me, because that means I get to be in the front row. The best place ever to be in a concert. And this girl has the nerve, nay the balls, to ask me if she can stand in front of me? Oh, no you didn't.

I said, "You want to stand in front of me, at a concert, so I can't see? No, I don't think so."

Her reply: "But we're really big fans."

My reply: "If you're such big fans, then why the hell didn't you get here early like the rest of us?"

Needless to say, Tracy and I were in fighting mode instantly. No one gets in front of us at a concert unless they were there first!!!

In all actuality, it was a nice ending to the night because Tracy and I got to feel like we were tough and important. And it was Tracy's birthday after all.