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When we arrived at the Atlantic City House of Blues in the Showboat casino, we were pretty sure we knew what to expect. And we were going to be damn upset if we didn't get it. After all, sitting in the parking lot known as 676 East on a summer Friday had caused our trip from Center City to take two hours. So we weren't in the best mood, because we had to scramble to check in at Harrah's, where we were staying, grab a super-quick bite to eat, and haul ass over to the concert. We just didn't really have time to settle in at all. But, we arrived at the House of Blues with high hopes for an awesome, or maybe just an awesomely bad, time with Bret Michaels.

We consider ourselves to be fairly intelligent people. We've got the college wall hangings diplomas, the professional(ish) jobs. But sometimes, we do and enjoy things that would lead you to think we're not the brightest crayons in the box. These are our guilty pleasures, and we've come to accept the fact that, in spite of ourselves, we're going to enjoy them. Immensely. One of this Phillyist's biggest guilty pleasures is . How seriously can he really take himself? And for the record, we will admit that Poison's "music" is another guilty pleasure of ours. How can you not love songs like "Talk Dirty to Me" and "Unskinny Bop?"