Michael Lynche ate a pastrami & pepper jack on potato bread after tonight’s show at Mohegan Sun. But I think he was out of salt & vinegar Pringles! So Cool Ranch Doritos were eaten on the side. Casey James joined him. Last night, Big Mike did not record any sandwich eating and I was sad. (Side note: I will never again touch Cool Ranch Doritos, as all Doritos are gross, but it reminds me of this idiot in my BM camp who gave herself the playa name Cool Ranch. I still refer to her as Frito Lay. She moved far away, so she is not camping with us this year. Fist pump.)
Big Mike and company were likely tired from their big day of performing and pranking sweet little puppy dog Aaron Kelly (aka Aar Bear). He did enjoy a midday sandwich, which made me feel better, but its not the same. It only counts at night.
Glamberts are turning their wrath on the American Music Association again. They’re mad because Adam Lambert hasn’t been asked back to perform on this year’s AMA show, which is apparently in the planning stages. This is the part where I decide not to say anything because its unnecessary.
Carrie Underwood. Still married. And guess what? I still don’t fraking care.
Sandwich Idol played Mohegan Sun last night. Tonight, they’re in New Hampshire. I suspect they may be near Boston in the next few days but I know I will not be attending, as no one I know in real life would go with me (I don’t blame them) and it would require me to drive. Although I am not an alcoholic, it would be impossible to sit through sober and I’m not driving drunk.