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My Other Half Has Been MIA. Have you seen him??

14 Mar

Alright, I know I’ve been COMPLETELY MIA for about three months or so.  I’m sure that the people who used to read this blog have since given up on keeping up with the messy story that my love life had become last year.  However I am sure that there are at least one two that really did enjoy my rants on men and keeping up with my groupie endevours so let’s jump in shall we?


December was a MESS.  After the Christmas party I kind of went into a camatose state.  Never really fully awake, I barely would make it through the day without crying.  Then once home i’d drink in order to sleep and STILL dream about work and all the people who had infultrated my peace of mind.  It just got to this point where I hated being away but couldnt even enjoy being asleep!!!  Every Taylor Swift song would cause me to cry in hysterics and there just wasnt anything I could really do except to marinate in this dark state of depression I had buried myself within.  Towards the end of the month I decided that I couldn’t do it anymore.  Work was getting to me, seeing people that I didnt want to see was just agonizing and I made a promise to myself.  I would COMPLETELY start over in January.  The moment midnight hit I would let the magic of a new year take over.  It would be a clean slate. Anyone that I knew that pissed me off in 2010 DID NOT exist.  Anything that upset me, never happened.  Most of all, if I dated anyone in 2010, guess what??? It NEVER happened.  Nope.  Completely blocked out from my memory.  2011 would be all about a fresh start, having fun, having adventures, and NOT looking back.  With that said, I celebrated New Years Eve with my friends, some new and some old, and felt the poison of the previous year slip away at midnight.


January first I spent with Donnie Wahlberg.  No, I’m serious.  This is the way I saw it: the only way to completely purge my soul of any “normie” presense (Note: Normie describes a guy who is a liar, cheat, whore, selfish, prick, asshole, etc etc etc.  A guy who seems to be the “norm”. ) was to have it exorcised by a rockstar.  Donnie was having this “Day One” party at Mohegan Sun so Angie and I packed our hungover selves and headed to Connecticut.  My first kiss of 2011 was from a member of New Kids on The Block. (Get your minds out of the gutter!  It was very innocent and trust me…anyone who asked got one. lol)  THAT is the ONLY way to celebrate the first day of the new year.

Donnie and I at the "Day One" party

January is definitely a haze for me. However, in between the girl’s nights and endless happy hours and basketball games, I managed to get that music website up and running.

Ladies and gents, I would like to present to you the official website of the Plastics, http://www.theplasticsprofessionalgroupies.com  For all music reviews, band promotions, musician interviews; please visit and poke around a bit.  It is still in its beginning stages but I am very proud of it.  All the girls are working hard and it really could be something grand if we put our minds to it.



February brought my dear Katie to me from cheery ole London.  Katie is a fellow groupie and probably more of a free spirited soul than I am.  We saw all the great music sites (strawberry fields, the former home of TRL, the Dakota), did some major damage downtown (Really…we bar hopped and while on a ciggie break, SOMEONE got sick on the front steps of the bar.  Very rock and roll), introduced her to cold stone and junior’s cheese cake and FINALLY saw 30 seconds to Mars in concert.  Want to know why men in your local neighborhood suck???  Well, God spent ALOT of time on the masterpiece that is Jared Joseph Leto.

Katie and I with our backstage passes

Jared Leto in CT


Unfortunately I spent the rest of February sick with the flu that would NOT go away.  I even took a sick day with no musician in sight.


March (as of right now)

It’s been nothing but work work work. Office work and website work.  I conducted my first interview since college with an up and coming singer which was very exciting.  The last time I interviewed someone was probably the Senator of New York for my college paper.  I don’ t think I realized how much a missed it until I started working on the site.  As for my job that provides me the check, things are still rough.  Sometimes it’s so bad that liquor and I really have become best friends.  Other times it’s like a social gathering with the gal pals I have around the office.  No awkward moments to report on.  After all, nothing happened last year and I don’t talk to “normies”.

Oh!  I also went to see Bon Jovi at Madison Square Garden.  ANOTHER reason why the guys in your neightborhood suck.

Well, what’s next?  Is my goal still the same?  The way I see it, the only way to get THAT guy is to make sure I’m okay.  I have to have my ducks in a row and i’m comfortable with everything around me.  I’m following my dreams, I’m hanging with my girls and if he comes around, then he’ll come around.  I’m still on plenty of fish but that’s about it.  I’m planning to do this themed speed dating that caters to “girls who like accidents”. (whatever, blame it on Jim Sturgees and Gerard Butler)  Oh, and of course there is St Patrick’s Day on Thursday.

So for all the old readers still around, get ready for some fun times ahead.  For all you newbies, forgive my ramblings from time to time.  In the words of Bon Jovi “Buckle up, baby, its a bumpy ride.”



My Other Half Isn’t…In My Dream

28 Sep

Borrowed from "Designing Millie"

There has to be someone out there that is good at interpreting dreams so, if you are or even if you just want to take a crack it, your help is definitely needed.

Last night, I had this weird dream.  In it I was getting ready for my wedding at my mother’s apartment; completely excited to be in my dress.  The dress was white, strap less, and had a diamond design in the center of it.

Anyway, I went downstairs to the street to see my friend Angie, who is the maid of honor, waiting for the bus in her sweats.  I start yelling about her being late and she starts yelling at me about getting married without my eyebrows done.

She pulls me into some restaurant and as she’s plucking my eyebrows I look into the mirror to see the dress gone and my hair in a ponytail.  I’m just back in my regular, old, ratty house clothes.


I immediately asked Angie and was told that, “You want to get married without doing the work to find a guy.  Hence, why he didn’t appear in your dream at all.”

Then I asked Noreen and she said, “You wanted to be married yesterday.”

Anyone care to take a guess at what this meant?  Before you ask, no, I had no idea who my groom was supposed to be.  To make myself feel a bit more comfortable, let’s just say it was Tommy Lee.

My Other Half Isn’t…A Guy That Can’t Accept My Groupie Ways

24 Jun

A while back my roommate and I were discussing groupies and relationships.  According to him, a groupie wouldn’t make a good girlfriend because she would always be searching for something better.  She wouldn’t have time to get into a relationship because, god forbid, it gets in the way of a tour.  
As a groupie, I HIGHLY disagreed with all the above.  HIGHLY.  I think the problem is that there is this negative connotation of the word that desperately needs to be cleared up. 
A groupie DOES NOT just sleep with musicians.  Repeat after me;  A GROUPIE DOES NOT JUST SLEEP WITH MUSICIANS. 
I’m a groupie and I have yet to sleep with one musician.  I kind of have this rule about not banging someone I don’t know.  As a matter of fact a great deal of my groupie sisters have the same beliefs. 
Groupies like me go to shows for the adventure.  We respect and admire the job that these rock idols do.  More importantly, we go and come back home with these amazing stories that will forever be imprinted on our hearts. 
When I look back and think of all the people I have met through my music obsessions I smile.  
This past weekend I met up with three of my groupie sisters whose friendship I owe to the 5 greatest guys from Boston, New Kids On The Block.  I twitter the two that live overseas and I call and harass the one that lives about six hours away and I love them all to pieces. 
When we went to the NKOTB show on Saturday, there was no arguing about being on time or who wanted to do this or ANY drama WHATSOEVER!!!  It was just pure fun. 

Rocker and I at Radio city

My friendship with my dear Rockergirl reached a new peak when the Backstreet Boys popped up on stage and, even though she wanted to cut her ears off, held me up and took pictures for me because I was too excited to do it.  The little things in friendship mean a lot too. 
Not only did I get to hang out with my sisters, but I made NEW friends as well.  All sweet, all smart and all completely normal.  
Another friend I made because of music is my sister Cat.  There are no words to describe how fabulous this girl is.  We ended up meeting over facebook and now I have another sister to bug on a regular.  This is the girl who decided that she was going to flirt with a prepubescent guard to try to get us into the area where motley crue’s bus was parked.  This is the same girl who spoke to me the night before the Celtics Club fiasco and undid the damage that another friend of mine caused.  
I am even lucky enough to keep in touch with a groupie who spent the 80’s on the sunset strip and got to be on Motley’s tour bus after a show.  Julia is my hero and is an example that you can have the adventurous life while married with a  kid.  I consider her a groupie mom.  
Aside from friends, I’ve gotten to go to on all different kinds of adventures.  I’ve been to Vegas, I’ve walked along the sunset strip and took pictures in front of the famed Whiskey.  I went on a three-day tour with my girls to meet New Kids On the Block.  I ended up going to Michigan for a concert.  Those are all memories that I wouldn’t trade in for the whole world. 

Look, I’m not saying that it’s easy keeping the balance.  I’m not even saying that I don’t get why a guy would raise an eyebrow and wonder when he’s going to see me. 

However, I know that if a guy means that much to me I am going to be sure to MAKE the time.  I may even include him if he wants to see how excited his girlfriend gets to hang out with her friends.  

I’m not even saying that eventually I wont get tired of this.  Every once in a while I see me losing passion for certain shows/adventures.  

What I am saying though is that any guy who does fall for me has to understand that the “sex, drugs, and rock and roll” visions that they have with the word groupie is a myth.  When it comes to this groupie, it is all about her sisters, the music and seeing places that she probably wouldn’t have seen otherwise.