Between A Rock & A Love Place

Brett Michaels…..

Will you stay here, on this phone with me, and continue to rock my world?

No! No he won’t because now free publicity comes with stipulations now I guess.

I was all slated for a phone interview with him on Friday, my day off, (a rarity) and I got served! Er, I didn’t get served, I didn’t even get into the interview restaurant.

I spent time that should have been spent doing homework and other stuff like watching t.v., meticulously structuring all of the amazing questions I was going to ask him.

Hint: They had to do with grizzly bears, bandanas, skanks, eyeliner, and polygamy.

For those of you who don’t know, I am a very busy person on Fridays. First I have to shop for the bulk of the day, eat, try to work off all that food I ate, take a nap, email my friends, play on the internet a bit longer, squeeze in a shower, and then take one more nap before I start drinking that night.

Due to the fact that management got all finicky on how the interview was going to be presented,stated with the promise to call me back, things got a little…whatsa goin’ on?

Here’s the deal. A lot of people come on the CW website, that was where the interview was going to be posted. I mean come on an interview this awesome cannot be bound by the restraints of word count right?

Then a blurb in the Wednesday paper saying “Hey cancel Christmas Bret Michaels is coming to Club 90 on April 13th”

Then, I was going to go to said show and write up a review on it. So the review was going to go into City Weekly’s actual paper edition.

That is three Bret Mentions in like a week. I am thinking of changing the City Weekly name to Bret Michaels Weekly after this.

But I guess management didn’t like the idea of the interview being online and a blurb on Wednesday, followed by a review after the show because I never got a fucking phone call back!

When I emailed questioning as to whether this would still be happening, they assured me he was busy and that we could do this on Monday or Tuesday and they would contact me.

It is Tuesday. They have not contacted me! I am firing his marketing director.

They could have called to dump me, they could have texted. They could have put me up on a platform with 13 other tearful women and handed each of them a backstage pass and then brought me down to tell me my tour ends here, but instead I got the shaft.

Bret Michaels owes me a shopping trip, and no, we can’t go to Ed Hardy.

I am going to be his Stalk of Love at the show coming up this Sunday, just you watch, Big John can’t keep me down!!