This is where you’ll start to figure out why I’ve been so freaking tired the past couple of weeks.
That Saturday morning and afternoon that I went whitewater rafting would be the same Saturday of the Saturday night I went to a Lady Gaga concert. And the very next day…that Sunday I would fly to DC for the ACR’s Advocates for Arthritis. But I’ll get to that in my next post!
After rafting, I had a drink until my legs stopped shaking, and then I ran to my car. I had two friends coming in from out of town and had some serious prettying up to do!
My two friends and I share a birthday week. When we found out that Lady Gaga would be in town that very week, we knew it wasn’t just a coincidence. Nope, it meant to be that we were supposed to get all glammed up, have an expensive dinner, and dance our Virgo booties off! My friend Hot Mama (she’s newly pregnant) had me call the local MAC counter to set official ‘glam’ appointments. I was told that, with the purchase of eyelashes, they would finish our eye makeup for us and that no appointments were necessary. Even better!
So I showered, slipped on a cute dress, selected fun jewelry, and took a chance with some fun heels. We jumped in Hot Mama’s car (pregnant friends make great dd’s…just saying) and headed to the mall with a full hour to spare before our dinner reservations.
“I’m sorry. We’re booked for the night.” Apparently, appointments WERE necessary. Thank you so much, MAC counter at Belk at South Park Mall. Because of you, I got to eat Taco Bell in the car. Also, I now wear Bobbi Brown. They were more than able to accommodate us and did a great job making us look fab. Go Bobbi Brown!
Momentary roadblock overcame and the three of us were off to the concert venue.
I should mention hear that Hot Mama’s husband made fun of us for dressing up for a concert. I believe the verbage he used was ‘nobody else is going to be dressed like that.’ And he was right. The moment we stepped out of the parking garage and joined the crowds moving towards the arena, it was quite evident that nobody else was ‘dressed like that.’ Nope, I saw very few slinky party dresses. But I did see all kinds of pleather, police caution tape, black makeup tears, angel wings, and several hard core girls walking around in bras with their hair in Coke cans.
Wearing a T-Bone tiara someone threw on stage.
The concert was AMAZING. I should mention that she’s one of my favorites for several reasons. First, she actually can sing, dance, and play instruments live. I mean, really, how many people can you actually say that about? Second, I believe she herself said it best with ‘if I ask you to pay what you’re paying for a ticket, then I’m not going to lip sing a single word.’ Third, she’s passionate. Like crazy passionate. She loves her fans. Period. She knows what she believes. Period. You may not agree with everything but you have to respect where it comes from.
The little speck in the middle is her setting the piano on fire. You can see her also on the jumbotron.
-She opened with my favorite song- Dance in the Dark.
– She played Speechless on a stage completely by herself with a grand piano. And then she set the piano on fire.
-The song Boys, Boys, Boys. I do not know why but that song never ceases to make me laugh. It reminds me of college. Sorry mom.
-Watching my other friend, let’s call her Catholic, squirm (but secretly love) when she came out wearing a mini skirted clear pleather nun’s habit with bandaids covering things that needed to be covered.
-Someone threw a Barbie Doll on stage and she picked her up and bit her head off because “I played with Barbie’s growing up and they were a great source of insecurity. This is what happens to Barbies on my stage.” AMEN.
She closed with Bad Romance and it was over too fast! We walked up to this martini bar and had a drink while we waited for traffic to subside. This would be immediately after the mini adventure known as I have to pee right now, let’s run into the bus station really fast! NOT going to do that ever again.
It was a LONG day and when I finally got home and got in bed, I was SORE. Like have to get out of bed and get a muscle relaxer sore.
I wouldn’t change a thing about that whole day. Days like this that keep me sane. I can always justify feeling a little crummy for a couple of days to have experiences like these.