Chris and I scored a last-minute babysitter on Sunday night (Sue, if you read this, you and Bob are superstars!) and we were able to see George Michael in concert! Only my mom and friend, Jenny, could understand just how jaw-dropping this event was for me. Let me just say, "First crushes don't die." I am still giddy with excitement that I got to see George Michael in REAL LIFE. I'm not a star-struck kind of person, and I wouldn't recognize a celebrity if they were standing two feet in front of me with crowds of people around (a.k.a. Jamie Foxx at Serendipity's tiny hallway in New York. Even now, I had to ask Chris, "Who was that guy we saw in New York??" He couldn't remember either. I had to google "Miami Vice"). Anyway, I digress. I could never understand people who cried at concerts, but when it hit me that he was there, just below me, and I could see his adorable dimples on the big screen, I did have maybe a small tear in my eye. It's like all my dreams from girlhood were coming true. Except he wasn't wearing a white hoody sweatshirt and picking me up on his motorcycle from my 6th grade assembly at Glenmeade Elementary (that's how I always envisioned it).
Oh my goodness, he is a talented singer. We enjoyed all the Wham and Faith songs, and wish there were more. Chris commented that he wished he was George Michael. I'm not kidding. He made the clarification, "Except for all the g-a-y part". Phew. I was worried for a second.
I only got to snap two pictures. The first is me feeling sad because I saw the "No Cameras Allowed" sign, and the second is one I forced on Chris....pre-concert, he didn't want to admit he was there. Post-concert, he was wishing to be George Michael.
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You are the secong person I've heard from that got to got to that concert!! I bet it was a blast! He was pretty cute! ;)
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