Ra-Ma Ooo-La-La

You know you're old when strobe lights give you a legitimate headache. You know you haven't had any alcohol in almost a month when one glass of malbec has you singing "blame it on the goose, gotchya feelin' loose." You know you're at a Lady Gaga concert when you ask your friend "is that a guy or a girl" more often than not.

Last night was the Lady Gaga concert. I barely pealed myself out of bed this morning. Staying up that late on a work night is just not cute. BUT it was well worth it. While I'm not a massive Gaga fan, the show was AH-mazing, her voice is top notch, the entertainment value was at a 10. 

Lines of the night: "When I birthed you out of my Mother Monster pussy" This is after we saw monsters literally born out of a massive pregnant belly complete with giant spread fishnet adorned legs.  and "Black jesus has zero fucks to give" Whoa.  That one got a lot less cheers.

Someone was puffin' on the cheebah in our section (par for the course in concerts I assume). Like, super close to where we were sitting, but for the life of me I could not figure out who it was. This was the sly-est toker in all the lands. All I wanted was to appease my curiosity by figuring out who it was and how in the hell they were managing to pull this off in the upper deck, where most everyone was sitting down, and there was a grandmas sitting.  I wasn't even mad, I was impressed!

I didn't get great pictures, because I never bring an actual camera with me and only had my phone, which was being dumb, but this is why I will never be an awesome hipster blogger. 
Me and black jesus have that in common. The whole zero effs to give part.