My friend Jen and I are discussing the pure and unadulterated awesomeness of the Medina Ballroom. Haven’t been there before? Go. People dance. People eat steak. People bowl. They listen to music and they have bad hair and they stare slack-jawed in that slack-jawed way so unique to townie bars. I say none of this disparagingly, of course. The blog I’ve maintained on my website has been too much country, not enough rock and roll, so in honor of Jen’s and my wooshy feelings about the Medina, I share with you a City Pages review I wrote up about Cinderella’s April 2011 appearance at the Medina, a show that seems to have happened only yesterday, and yet I’ve added several more wrinkles to my brow…