27
Nov
07

My name is Kid, Kid Rock

I walk up to the club entrance and the bouncer won’t have it and says I’ve got to wait in line. The line just so happens to wrap around the building. So, I began the walk of shame to the back of the line when another club employee recognized me! He escorts me back up to the entrance and yells at the guy for not knowing who I am. One of the hosts of the venue then escorts me upstairs to a VIP lounge where I can watch the concert with my Chihuahua with some dude and this lady who obviously was a celebrity as well. They cater us all night with foot and drink and the concert was amazing! I still can’t believe what a night I just had and was one of the last people to leave the venue! As I’m on my way out a guy yells out, “See ya later Kid Rock.” 

I woke up dazed and confused and with “Batwitdaba” stuck in my head! I still don’t know if that was a dream or a nightmare! I don’t even like Chihuahuas! I don’t even like Kid Rock!

Anyone??? What the heck does that mean?!?!?!

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