Miss M

Where was I this Thursday night??

Perhaps the picture below may provide a clue...

In case you can't ready the reverse writing, my enormous lollipop says "Madonna: Candy Shop". Fitting considering it was part of the free swag I got as part of my Madonna VIP passes!

(eeekkk!)

In general, truthfully, I am not a huge pop music fan-- but growing up in the 80s, I have to make an exception for Madonna. I lipsynced to "True Blue" in on my bed, secretly watched "Truth or Dare" with my girlfriends,  and danced to "Ray of Light" in living rooms at parties. I remember being forbidden from going to see "A League of Their Own" for a friend's birthday party simply because Madonna acted it in, and parents were therefore convinced it had to be salacious. As such, when I heard she was making her first appearance ever in my city of residence, I decided I was going to be one of those people, waiting in line the day tickets went on sale and spending atrocious amounts of money.

My friend ended up picking up a number of VIP packages, and thus I ended up spending more money than I am comfortable admitting for 12th row tickets.

But you better believe it was worth it.

There was a banquet beforehand, with a ridiculous spread... oysters, roasts, wine, cheesecake. Then, instead of waiting in line outside in the rain, we danced to a DJ with middle aged women in bustiers and an array of gay men.

The show itself was a spectacle and a half, especially considering I usually just go to smaller venue shows. The stage was bedecked by two huge looming Swarovski encrusted M's. She came out on a throne, made six costumes changes, was swarmed by countless talented dancers, drove a rolls royce around the stage, along with the moving boxing ring and stripper pole. And that body? Holy Christ. The woman is cut, and has endurance of an entire high school basketball team. I was sweating and exhausted just from dancing and singing along, and she was still going without skipping a beat. She played for two hours, and touched upon most of her career stages-- I went nuts when she played Like a Prayer.

Sure, she may be oversexualized and overplayed, but dammit, Madonna had me starstruck.