Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Next Madonna

In what might be described as the least likely place to find me, I ended up at a Lady GaGa concert last night. And it was incredible.

I am not a concert person, a late weeknight person, and certainly not a lose-your-voice, spend $40 on a concert t-shirt fan person. Which is all the more reason to give it all up occasionally, dance your butt off, and wake up five hours later for morning swim practice.

You didn't even have to like her music to enjoy the was engaging, exciting, uplifting. And I am having a hard time deciding which I found more amazing: the flaming piano (being played) or the flaming bustier (being worn). Love her or hate her, at least she's interesting.
Lynn and me: we first stormed the streets of Dijon together. Now we miss storming the streets of Dijon together and go to Lady GaGa concerts instead. I'm so glad she asked me to go! A fab exclamation point to a summer of random adventures.

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