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.
TypePad ate my post.
I know. I KNOW. BOO.
Well, that was the gist of the first post. This one? Oh, this one will be all about the photos I took. Specifically, the photos I took of a GM Fan Club member during intermission (yes, there was a 20-minute intermission, to which the Blogless Brit said, "He's 45. You need an intermission at that age.") Disclaimer: I took these with my cell phone so they're not the best-looking shots, but you'll get it. Behold!
Okay, this was from the beginning of the concert. Look at that neat stage/monitor combo thing that looks like an unfurled carpet! Look at Giant George Michael! If you look closely, you will see two teeny tiny black lines near the center of the photo that look like an exclamation point. That was Real George Michael. Trust me on this.
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 eavesdrop on overhear their conversations. One woman had to be seen to be believed: imagine a Susan Powter-esque lady but with dark hair with a fresh-out-of-the-salon tan and in low-riding jeans AND a matching halter top, under which she wore her flesh-toned strapless bra which you couldn't help but notice because she had barely tied the back of her halter top to begin with. Seriously. Oh, and she and her equally tanned husband were wearing Hawaiian leis because the fan club members were supposed to wear them, but they were pretty much the only people in the entire place with them on. Ha.
Hawaiian Tan Lady was talking to some other people when she quickly turned away from them and bent over at the waist, which I think is the international sign for "Check out my tattoo!"
Me: "What is she showing them?"
Carol and Heather: "Her GEORGE MICHAEL TATTOO."
Me: "I NEED A PICTURE OF THIS."
OH, YES. That is a GEORGE MICHAEL TATTOO on her LOWER BACK. She has a GEORGE MICHAEL TRAMP STAMP. Check out the thong tan and the glimpse of her strapless bra!
I KNOW, RIGHT?
This may be one of my most favorite cell phone photos ever. There's the Hawaiian Tan Couple in the foreground and, if you look at the center of the photo, you'll see Carol and Heather giving their respective thumbs up. HILARIOUS.
Carol expressing her feelings over the memo passed out by the fan club members, which included instructions on what to do near the end of intermission as well as...
...the lyrics to HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY. You know, in case you didn't ALREADY KNOW THEM.
Ahem.
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!
Giant Christy Turlington!
Giant Linda Evangelista! Oh, how I will always love the supermodels of the '90s!
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