Being exhausted from teaching a lot lately was only exacerbated by the fact that I could not stop screaming, dancing, jumping, and moving at last night's Madonna concert. I love Madonna a lot but I never thought that a concert could send me over my anaerobic threshold. My friend Janice and I were so exhausted that we just sat there in a state of shock after the concert was done. I am still tired from it all. I told my friend that I left my soul somewhere on the Garden floor. I am just a mere shell of myself right now.

Say what you want about Madonna, and I am sure some will continue to, but for fans like me (since 1982), this was just another ride we have taken on the Madonna Line. For those of us who "get" her, take her, and embrace her, flaws and all, this was probably the best ride ever. We shudder to think what her next "attraction" will be. It may be difficult to top this. She may not. But I will continue to buy the ticket to be part of it all.

If you get a chance, I suggest you go see her. It is far beyond entertaining. The crowd was just downright electrified from the moment she says "Strike a Pose" to the very last lyric of "Holiday". My partner asked me to describe it. In a nutshell: It's like dreaming that your favorite singer has a concert and sings all your favorite songs in ingenius arrangements with lively choreography in front of incredible sets. Only, it's not a dream. It's happening in front of your eyes AND everyone is so breath-taken and stunned into pure rapture. I am not sure that captures it but for me it gleams the entirety of my experience. Later.  ¶ 9:19 AM