American Pie

R.I.P., PAP

I went to my first Parties at the Plaza of the year last week. For those not familiar with St. Louis, PAP is held every 3rd Thursday of the month between April and September. It’s always been a great place to have a few pops outdoors and listen to live music.

This month’s entertainment was a hip-hop group, and I still can’t name a single song they played. And by played, I mean screamed into a microphone over music – mostly spun by a DJ.

I asked one of the chamber of commerce ladies if they ever listen to the acts before they book them. Because if they don’t – jot me down for next April. Crowe Dog can sing show tunes, and I’ll occasionally jump on stage and yell, “How you doing out there St. Louis!”

She finally admitted that she hadn’t seen them perform before, but knew they were a hip-hop group. Hip-hop? I’ve been going to PAP for years, and it’s more of a 3 Doors Down crowd than Three 6 Mafia.

Whatever.

Our Silver and Gold Party on Sunday was a good time. I vaguely remember a couple of stripper-looking chicks walking in with bleach blonde hair, big fake boobs and high heels. Someone asked if they lived at Melrose Place. I responded by telling them to mind their own business because chicks that look like that are welcome at the pool anytime.

Have you ever been asked by a neighbor to close your curtains if you’re going to walk around naked?

Me neither.

Check out the Photos page after Dani-girl uploaded a couple of new albums. I’m still waiting for pictures from Abby’s night out last Friday. I heard a few of them feature lipstick imprints on her left cheek – and I’m not talking about her face.

But I knew I was out of luck. The day the music died.