OK, so I probably shouldn't name this post "Rock of Love" for fear that people might think I actually watch that show. Which I don't. Except for once. OK, maybe twice. But it was totally on accident. At least, one time was totally on accident. The other time, I was just really, really bored. Really. I don't watch it. I swear.
Anyway, so the Sunday before New Years, I was talking to one of my neighbors when she came to pick up her daughter from our Sunbeam class and we decided it would be awesome if we had a Rock Star party for New Years. (OK, it wasn't totally original. Corbyn's brother Collyn had been invited to one and Corbyn thought it sounded awesome.) So, anyway, the format: dress like an 80's Rocker and play Guitar Hero all night.
So, Corbyn and I went to DI on Monday and picked ourselves out some awesome 80's Rocker clothes. I went as Madonna (well, as Madonna as you can be while still remaining fully clothed) and Corbyn went as... you guessed it, Bret Michaels (Poisen lead singer and the star of Rock of Love (hence the title of this post)). It was awesome. I will post some pics as soon as I get them from my neighbor, but Corbyn had a long, blonde wig (compliments of my niece Madelyn's Hannah Montana Halloween costume), a bandana, my straw cowboy hat, a totally 80's denim jacket, and a tight black t-shirt. AND he put on eyeliner. It was perfect. He was the hit of the party. All the other guys were pretty jealous of his sweet wig and hat... it got passed around a little. (Don't tell Madelyn.) It was pretty hilarious actually - it is surprising how men lose a lot of their inhibitions when wearing a long wig. I guess it is the closet rock star in them...
Also, for anyone who has not yet jumped on the Guitar Hero bandwagon, I highly recommend it. It was a blast.
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