Robert Plant and his asscrack

OK so here is the best story of my Steamboat adventure. The last night I'm there, I decided to take it a little easy. I went and worked out, sat in the steam room and swam in the heated outdoor pool. I was feeling a little guilty about parting every night so a good workout cured that and I headed to meet Anne and the girls for a round of drinks. Bob Mitchell, our radio promoter, called and said he would like to meet up also. We had a nice little table in the hotel bar, sorta prime real estate in the Grand. Heavy in the gossip of the girls latest drama, Bob and I were saved by Drew Brown and Jack Ingram stopping by to say hello. The girls were speechless for the first time all week. It was great to see Drew and Jack. Finally some man talk. They stayed just a few Minutes, we said our goodbyes and it was back to girl talk which was primarily about how good Jack looked. I guess Jack was not ready to call it a night so he showed back up and had a seat with us. Hearing Bob and Jack talk about old Sony record days was really cool. I've had some Indy Record deals but have little knowledge of the majors so it was real cool to hear them talk. The beers started to flow and a couple shots of jack Daniels(of course) helped with the conversation. I guess everyone was feeling groovy and really enjoying the company. Then Jack tells his CMA story of how he was sitting behind Robert Plant(yes, the Robert Plant)and when Robert went to sit down, he had the biggest plumbers butt crack showing!! Jack demonstrated and showed exactly how it happened by pulling down his jeans a little to reveal his own ass-crack. You should seen how red the girls faces turned. I thought they might pass out. Little did Jack know that little display of his buttocks would be the story of the night for the girls. Bragging to all of their friends. Though the ladies told me that he has a nice hinney, he has scared me for life. Every time a Led Zepellin songs comes on, I have this mental flash of Robert Plants Ass Crack and then I have another flash of Jacks too. That's pretty much not what you want flowing through your mind while rocking out to Zepellin. Anyway, I've heard enough Led Zepellin to last me the rest of my life. Just gotta stay away from the Classic Rock stations for awhile. So that's my story, hope you liked it. See you soon
P.S Jack is one of my favs. so its ok that he spoiled Led Zepellin for me.
Fred

Steamboat!! ouch my head still hurts.

Once again its time to recover from the Steamboat party. What a good time. Lets start with the night before I leave. I showed up at my friend Russ's house to watch the Longhorns defeat the Ohio State buckeyes. Russ and I defeated a bottle of Crown reserve, we figured that we would tie one on for a good night sleep. 5am came quick and we still were a little drunk. I was not in the mood for a hangover so we stopped at 7-11 for some big-gulps to spike with more crown. I forgot to mention that it's Russ's private jet that we are taking to Steamboat so we can take the drinks with us. Boarded the plane, leather seats and music rockin', we're on our way. Only seven people rode up with us. Russ, Ritchie, Matt, Howie, Breann, Jake(crazy Cajun that I could not understand) and the pilot, Mike. Because its morning, Ritchie makes bloody mary's for everyone. Sounded like a good idea at the time until we hit Clear Air Turbulence(official name for holy shit). WE HIT SOME SERIOUS TURBULENCE. The kind that made me think about Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper. Everyone tossed there Bloodys in the air. It was raining Tomato Juice from the ceiling. Russ was cool and didn't get to worried about the jet. I guess if you own a jet, you're not the one who cleans it. Did I mention that it was snowing at the airport?? Yea, we landed just in time. The snow really started to fall as soon as we landed. We poured ourselves out the plane, drunk and covered in Tomato juice. Time to Check-in to the Grand. More to come later, late night hotel shows and Robert Plants ass-crack.