Girlie Show, Drowned World, Re-Invention, Confessions... and now Sticky and Sweet. Yup, kids... that's five of her concerts. I would have gone to Blonde Ambition but, for some bizarre reason, my mother would not let me. Who the hell knows why.
So, tomorrow evening, Janice and I will be attending our third Madonna concert together. As I said, it will be my fifth. We are bringing along my co-worker Maria and her best gay friend, Anthony. It is their first time. They are very excited. I am very excited. Janice is very excited.
I was talking to an acquaintance about Madonna a while back. She (and by she, I mean a very nelly queen) went into some diatribe about the cost of tickets being ridiculous for some old hag's concert. At that point, I told her that I had secured tickets for Tuesday night's Garden show. She begged me to sell her a ticket. Right.
I am always surprised at how people who go to a concert cannot have fun. I mean, you paid quite a lot of money. Why not even try to enjoy yourself. And if you hate Madonna, fine... give the ticket to someone who will enjoy it. Why bother going if you don't really want to. There are a bunch of other folks who would love the chance to see her. I mean, I know I won't enjoy Janet Jackson's concert, so I don't bother.
Anyway... I am very excited that two of us in the group will be going for the first time. I remember the first time I went to see her. I was in awe. It was all that I wanted it to be... and much more. I'll probably still go when she turns 70 and does her senior citizen's tour. Because, even then, I know I will enjoy myself. Later.