The Adventures of MacPack410: Friday night in AC...just the beginning.

Jess and I left around 10am and arrived in Atlantic City around 12:30ish. We rushed into the Borgata to go get tickets for that night’s show. It was like just yesterday we were there fighting bitches to not cut us in line. Ohhhh Borgata of ’08. As we were walking to the box office, we ran into our favorite maestro, Rob Lewis. I love that man. We weren’t in the building 5 minutes and we were running into people, it was a sign of great things to come. We went to the box office and I was dead set on getting reserved seats in the back. I knew we had 5* the next day and didn’t want to stand the whole time. Well, Jess gave me one look and before I knew it I charged one GA show onto my credit card. Hello debt, it’s me Kerri…I’m baaaack!

After we got our tickets, we headed back to the theater and we saw they were giving out wristbands. JACKPOT! We grabbed those and continued to do a lap, since people weren’t allowed to line up. We spotted Earl (my new best buddy!) outside the front entrance and we waited…and waited. If Earl was outside, Kerri and Jess were not leaving. We thought it was going to be Danny and Jordan coming back from their interview. Nahhhhhh, it was the man that karate chops nas. Donnie Wahlberg. We weren’t even in the building an hour and we were the fucking welcoming committee for Donnie. WIN! We had his present with us and we knew God was on our side. The man got out of the limo, waved at Jess and I and then went to a family to say hi. Now when this man talks to children he becomes the na whisperer. Just call him Caesar Milan. Next, he came over to Jess and I and I hand him the present. He thanks us by giving us his cheek to kiss to which he gave us one right back. Loooove that man! Needless to say, we were fucking PUMPED about the weekend.

I needed to charge my phone, so we went looking for an outlet. We found one and got our stuff situated. God decided he wanted to destroy our nas within the first hour and a half of being in that building. I am rubbing my eye when I see a man who looks like Jonathan Knight. Well call me Gilligan, it WAS Jonathan Knight. He was looking real hard at his cup of coffee, so we screamed “Is it any good?!” He looks up not knowing two clowns were there watching his fine ass walk towards them. He smiled a big grin and yelled “HEYYYY!!!!” and kept walking. Jess screamed out “HOPE YOUR MANDALS ARE OK!” or something to that effect. He turned around and laughed. KO’d to the na. I had to take a walk and walk it out. We were fucked up. Two New Kids within the 1^st two hours?! WHAAAAAT!?! So we know we got the night on lock.

We waited around for a long time and decided to go get something to eat. Onion rings from Fatburger. Fucking classy broads. We were sitting and relaxing then got the urge to make our way to the line. We lined up and there were about 40 people in front of us. Not the best, but not horrible. There were 2 really chill ladies (well at the time, but Jess will have to tell that tale) in front of us. One goes off to gamble not thinking the line will move before the time that we were given. The line starts moving and the lady left in line starts freaking out. She didn’t know what to do and asked us what we would do. Our answer? Every woman for herself, if you’re a dumbass to leave the line, you are screwed! She agreed and decided to go up too. Eventually both friends were reunited and we got to talking and they were so nice. Well, we had those freebie tickets still and being the kind girls that we are. We gave them our free tickets for the next night. They were SOOOO excited and Jess and I felt really good about it.

After a looooong time waiting, we were let in and it was a fucking clusterfuck. There were fist fights, hair pulling and name calling. Through all of that, we got about 10 people back. I’m a seat snob and thought we could have done better…says the girl who wanted to sit in the back. I was pissed, but got over it when the men came out. I lost all brain cells. I was being mind-fucked and I liked it. Everyone was getting along…until Joe’s solo in “Click, Click, Click”. This bitch comes barreling through like a line backer and I thought Jess was going to clock her. She was obnoxious and I started screaming, “YOU’RE RUINING A JOE MOMENT!!!!!” over and over. Joe is still doing his thing, but there was a pause in the song and all you hear is Jess say, “YOU BIIIIIITCH!!!” Every syllabus was annunciated. Hilarious, but my eyes went back to Joe.

That girl was like the parting of the red seas. All of a sudden there were no heads blocking me. It was just Joe and I. He was staring dead at me while singing the chorus….and then most of the song. Mother of God, I was NOT ready for that solo. NOT.READY!!! My brain was mush and I had Jess telling me to keep it together. That eye sex was intense and so me being me, I decided to tweet my reaction. People were not too fond of “@joeymcintyre Fucking cum in my face! Please!” Granted, it is a little much, but if you follow me on twitter you know I am rude, crude and always joking. A lot of people thought it was hilarious, but others did not. I respect that, but do not respect the way they handled it. Twitter drama is not something I like to be a part of and they threw me right in the middle of it. Even people who don’t even follow me were commenting on it. Like seriously? Grow the fuck up. Enough rambling….

Reason for said tweet...

Really? You would say it too...

Songs go by, I have a few babies and then it is time.

I sent out a silent prayer, “Dear baby Jesus, look over me and protect me. Amen.” The solo. It was one thing to watch it from far back, but it is another thing to be about 15 feet away from him. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT THE SHIT IS THAT SOLO!?!?!?! I can’t even tell you my reactions to it, because I blacked out. I seriously do not remember what was coming out of my mouth; I just know people were laughing at my reaction.

The concert was amazing and nothing else major happened. Once it was over, we met up with Jen and decided to head downstairs to grab something to eat. We saw Rob again and that man walked clear into a garbage can while screaming “Heyyyy Jess!!! Heyyyy Kerri!!!” HIL-AR-I-OUS!!!! I can’t STAND him! We laughed, we ate and we laughed some more. After we were done, we went to see if the guys were roaming around. We hung at some slot machines and I made two new friends. Two of the drunkest, horniest people I have ever seen in my life. They were practically making out on my lap and not hearing my commentary about how disgusting they were. Their friend finally came down to get them and I slow clapped for them. THEN….we saw Tracy Morgan (aka BRIAN FELLOW!) and Jess took a picture with him. That man is hilarious. He took pictures with people and then came and almost barfed right in the garbage can across from us. It was soooo weird! Guess he isn’t alcohol free anymore.

We saw Jon walk by one more time and that was pretty much the highlight of our night. We packed it up and headed back to the hotel. I tried to make a sign, but my limbs weren’t working with me, so Jen created the masterpiece that would be held up the next day *sigh* We went to bed, because I had to get my beauty rest for my first 5* ever!!!

A few pictures...