i'm a vip, but should i brag about it?

today i went to a taping of the jerry springer show, and i tend to be a pretty comfortable person, but i have never felt more out of place. i got a vip ticket so i could sit in the front row because apparently i look real pretty and the shows stage manager wants to "see my face on the camera when they start pulling hair." ok, thats terrifying

oh and i sat next to a security guard, his name was pete, and twice he kept me from being steamrolled by two shirtless men fighting about the girl w/out a bra who might be having one of their baby's, this is my interweb thank you note to pete...thanks for being my man wall between sanity and trailer trash :) and no you can't have my number...

i did get really into the chants though, it brought me back to my days in the ehs bleachers at football and hockey games...
things like "milk that cow, milk that cow!!" and "the whore deserves a beating, the whore deserves a beating" "beat that prison whore, beat that prison whore" instead of yelling at the people on stage, it felt like i was yelling at the ep cheerleaders on ice skates who fall down all the time....oh, memories :)

much love,
me