Showing posts with label kentucky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kentucky. Show all posts

Friday, October 4, 2013

Kentucky, I love you- But you're weird.

Wednesday, September 18
Maiden Alley Cinema
Paducah, Kentucky

I love pumpkin anything and everything.

Solo acoustic show at an old theater after they showed the Other Life movie. Pretty cool.
It's my 1st show since I got a real life boyfriend & not one person has used the "where's your bf tonight" line. It's just like turning 21 and no one asking for my id

So after the show we went to a "private afterparty" at Paducah's hottest club (please, read that again but in the Stefon voice).

Not just Paducah's. Not just Kentucky's. AMERICA'S Strip Joint.
I have to pee but I'm scared of the potential rapage.

I'm pretend famous by association, reserved table at the hottest club in Paducah (which is an oxymoron, btw)
From this moment forward I will only answer to "kaos" so please take note.


It's like redneck sons of anarchy


The treated us like royalty. Which was cool except only 2 of the four of us were even drinking.

Brother Misty and I. Try to look cooler in a hat, I dare you.

Andddddd more.

My boss is a jerk.

Friday, September 27
Bluebird
Bloomington, Indiana



Its so weird for me to be at a truck stop in Horse Cave on a bus. Like this is real close to home and I'm here on a bus. Crazy.
 
I'm leaving boy for two days this time. Really just one full day. And there are tears. Old Kelli would kick this new Kelli's butt, twice,


Bus driver Rick is back and he is shirtless. His shorts aren't neon though, so I'm disappointed. Oh, Home sweet bus.

Yep. That's a cassette tape. But them, a VHS and vinyl and go home and think about how hipster and cool you are.

Just saw the most wonderfully applied eyeliner ever...on a guy. Homeboy had skills


I like merch friends who give me cookies and diet coke.

This is my view for Friday night. Yay.

Shooter Jennings and the GFY's.

Saturday, September 28
Coal Country Offroad Festival
Pineville, Kentucky
 

My bunk on this bus makes a terrible squeaky sound as we drive down the road that sounds alternately like an angry squirrel and squeezing an empty plastic water bottle. It's making me think we're about to have a triple level Step Brothers moment. Good thing mine is the top bunk.


Shirtless Rick, doing man work, shirtless of course.

Stagehands for the day. God bless eastern Kentucky.

It was beautiful.

I love people who bring me food at my merch table.

It's 10:04 somewhere. And by somewhere I mean the front lounge. Because it's always 10:04.

We know people.


Seahorses forever. (Google "Drinking out of cups. Thank me later.)

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Enough with the Grandma Boobies. Enough.

Friday, September 6
Southgate House Revival
Newport, Kentucky


Downgrade from a bus to a Sprinter. At least I had plenty of room for activities.
Candy was here. Or there. However you phrase it.


Love the Southgate House.
 Talking to drunk people is a lot like talking to infants...#merchgirlprobs
Pizza, delivered to the merch table. A-freakin-Men.


 I love Southgate House. I love Fifth on the Floor. I love Shooter Jennings and the GFY'S. But more than that I love doing shows in Kentucky and supporting Kentucky made beverages.


I love Justin Wells. Even when he puts his finger up my nose.


Bless it's sweet little drunk heart.


We take the best purposefully bad pictures. 

WAFFLEHOUSE. COUNTRY STYLE. YESSSSSSSSSS.

I love gas station bathrooms with fake flora. 
Saturday, September 7
Chick Ridge Bike Rally 
Hardinsburg, Kentucky
Officially the most redneck event I've ever attended, and I'm from Tompkinsville — at Chick Ridge Biker Rally.


Every time I look up from my merch table, the first thing i see is a woman in a bikini. A big old fat woman in a bikini.

At this point, I quit taking pictures because all I saw was terrible, terrible sin. It was the closest I have ever came to quitting my job and walking home. Plus I had to pee and wanted to puke and missed boy way big bad. Life was far from good. So I tweeted.

When I look the other direction, I see a man on stage who's full frontal junk i just saw peeing by the trailer.

45+ dance contest. Grandma boobies. Horrible grandma boobies dragging the ground. I. Want. To. Die.

Your name is Christmas?!
  

found a biker husband. He gave me moonshine. His name is Torch. We're in love #needtoborrowthosechaps