So I wrote this post on how great the George Michael concert was; and how much fun Carol, Heather (who has already written a stellar post on the event), the Blogless Brit and I had; and how we played Count All the Women Who Look Like Middle-Aged British Ladies On Holiday before the show started; and how we bought really cute yet overpriced concert t-shirts and formed our own WHAM! Army; and how amazing our seats were; and what was up with that guy in the flight suit (whom we cleverly dubbed Flight Suit) with the Nine Inch Nails patch and "FAITH" written in green glitter tape on his back; and why was it that at the George Michael concert in LOS ANGELES the only celebrity sighting was freaking Dr. Phil (who, according to our dear George, announced that he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there, to which the entire venue booed Dr. Phil's mustachioed ass, which was awesome) (oh, wait - we think we saw Loretta Devine, which would make sense since she is on Eli Stone and all, so there's two); and how I couldn't have loved George more when he forgot the words to the second verse of "Freedom! '90," and how when he sang "Kissing a Fool" and "Careless Whisper" I could have well died right there on the spot from sheer bliss, but then the unthinkable happened.
Now for the goods, but first, an explanation. We happened to be seated around a bunch of GM Fan Club members who planned a big Happy Birthday singalong right before the end of intermission. They started talking to each other once the break began and naturally we couldn't help but
So, yeah. The concert was fantastic, and the people-watching beyond entertaining. Let me conclude this post with some photos I took during the "Freedom! '90" encore in which the video (directed by David Fincher - did you know that?) was broadcast on the monitors. Joy!