So over the weekend Berta and I went to see the True Colors tour - you know, the big gay tour of the summer. I have to say, out of every concert that I have ever attended in my life, this was the best. The absolute best.
I got to see Margaret Cho, live.
I got to see the Dresden Dolls. Live. Then met them. Then touched them. And, yes, kissed them. (shudder). I have autographs.
Rosie O'Donnel was there - and much to my surprise, she was funny. Not political, natzi-dyke Rosie. But the old, funny one. And she plays the drums. Who knew?
I missed most of Debbie Harry, as I was trying not to lick the DD's. But she still has a great voice.
Then Erasure. Berta and I had our WTF moment as gay men were singing, dancing and crying over them. Then we recognized 2 out of the 8 songs they played. Huh. So thats who sings 'Chains of Love'.
And finally, Cindy. As in Lauper. Boy, she still looks fucking hot (though she is much shorter than I ever thought).
This is supposed to be an annual thing now, and I hope that they bring the DD's back with it. I'll be beggin on Amanda Palmers blog, I tell ya.
My life is complete. Well, almost.