Confessions of a former booth babe
Five days later and I’m still NAMM-ed out! Spent last weekend drooling over the newest guitars and music toys behind the orange curtain…and of course, posing for pictures with men who leave their wives behind for these sorts of things, freeing them up to openly leer at the fairer species as if it has been years since they last had a piece. And I’m not talking about cake. Any time I’m at a...