Friday night, I saw the Rolling Stones in concert. It was epic. One of the best concerts I've ever seen, in fact.
But really, it plaes in comparison to the concert I saw the next night -- these badasses:
I know. You're jealous. I'm sorry, but I had to share.
Mick? Keith? No, no. Give me Chyna, Wendy and Carnie.
And I guess to be fair, they look more like this now:
Wendy Wilson (left) has FOUR sons, you guys. FOUR! I had no idea.
In all seriousness, though, they're hilarious. I guess a group of girls who have known each other that long would be. And they sound terriffic. I couldn't believe how many singles they had -- I guess I'd forgotten. And I knew every single one. I'm not gonna lie. We had a GREAT time. It was good, poppy fun. I wish more people had gotten out of their seats to dance.
