A few weeks ago I got to go to the advance screening of The Runaways and man oh man did I ever love it! But really, how could I not? It was really pretty much everything I look for in 2 hours of pure escapist entertainment. Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll, awesome hair & clothing - all set in what is probably my favourite decade (well everytime Summer rolls around anyways). There's just something about a 70s rock'n'roll soundtrack that just feels so much like hot sweaty summer nights. Maybe that's cos the summertime is the only time when every now and then we really kindof indulge in just a taste of some of the hedonism that the decade so represents to me. I mean, I'm a goody goody at heart really, so to me that means a late night having a few drinks with my best pals watching
Dramatic Chipmunk on youtube over and over again, going out wearing something too short/tight, and ending the night passed out in bed in a pile of McDonald's trash. (True story. And for the second week-end in a row at that).

This is Cherie Currie with her sisters. I think I would die to own Cherie's beaded & feathered halter. I'm trying to convince Ula to do her hair like this for the Summer! It would be so cool!!
Anyways, it's obvious I don't exactly embody the same glamour of that era, but maybe if
Brad Elterman was there snapping pics it would look way radder than it sounds!

Joan Jett at the Tropicana Motel.

If you like looking at his pics of Hollywood's 70s rock scene, you'll totally wanna check out this movie. Make a night of it with your best buds and rent "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains", another great great movie about an all-girl rock band. Boy did I enjoy that movie too.

Isn't tonight cheap night at the movies? (Remember when that actually used to mean 4$?!) Anyways, looks like I've mapped out the perfect evening for ya there then. Afterwards you can head out to Babylon for the
Cook Off where Victoire buds Auntie Loo and Rock and Roll Pizza Party will be competing in the Desert and Mexican categories. So now I've got your meal for this evening planned out too. You're welcome.
Anyways, for now my inner bad-ass rock chick will have to come in the form of temporary tattoos. See it peeking outta my shirt there?

Man Reg - rule #1 if ya wanna be a real bad mama: ya gotta ditch the smiley face for a rock'n'roll scowl! I don't know if I can do that, but I will try.