The reason for the trip to Kansas City last weekend was to see Michael Buble. James suggested it, Lynn got the tickets, and Gene found the rooms. A joint effort that turned out to be so much fun we didn't want to come home. Had it not been for the St. Jude telethon James had to work at the tv station, we might still be in KC.
Love the pic. I'm like the vampire boob queen or something. :-) Nice pic of Lynn and James though. Serves me right for not taking a real camera along.
Buble puts on a great show, wonderful music interspersed with entertaining patter, and his opening act was no yawner either. An acapella group who literally become singers with a band (all the instruments are performed vocally), Naturally 7 was so good I'd love to see THEM in concert someday. They're putting out a new album in the next few weeks that I'll be looking for.
Besides the great show itself, we were fortunately placed in the absolute BEST section of the house. Halfway up the first tier with a straight on view, we were surrounded by people who were anything but straight. Wonderfully warped would be a better desciption. Apparently there is a sense of humor section at the Sprint Center. With the exception of one mis-seated man who kept glaring at us all who were whooping and laughing and carrying on during intermission, a great time was had by all. Too bad for that one humorless guy. Remember what the Divine Miss M used to say "F*** 'em if they can't take a joke!" Motto of my life.
Directly behind us were seated nine of my new TGF's, token gay friends, they called themselves. The. Life. of. the. Party! I turned around to take these pics and one of them said something like "Good Lord, look at that rack!" and someone else said "Jesus, take the wheel!" Thank you, Gentlemen, from the bottom of my self-esteem. I appreciated the stranger love. (That sounded bad.) I also appreciated the entertaiment along with the entertainment: the tales of "adult" lemonade in the "hospitality suite" of your hotel, circumventing the hostess at the restaurant you chose for dinner, and your love for "Bubbles!"
You all were as much fun as the concert, adding your own suggestions for what Michael could be doing next in the show. May we all meet up again sometime! Btw, the floor was sticky when I got up to leave....nevermind...I don't really want to know. :-)
In the first pic above, notice the two ladies in the row behind them who are also having a great time. See? I'm telling you..the whole section rocked.
We were seated on the aisle. To our left were two awesome ladies who joined in the fun with us. One of them took the pic of Lynn, James, and me (not her fault my vampireness came out--somebody needs to get a tan!) that I emailed from the phone to Aunti Miranda at home just for fun so she could be there vicariously with us. To those ladies' left was a couple who....okay...how do I say this nicely? Why bother buying expensive show tickets if all you're going to do is go back and forth for beer and the restroom. (Hope none of my blog addy cards got passed to them since I'm being catty.) Greatest line of the evening: After about their third pass in front of us, the lady to my left turned to me and whispered "They get up one more time and I'm putting a catheter in 'em." Yes! Foley's for everyone who can't stay in their seat! I think they should be passed out at the ticket gate.
Sigh. Great Night. I will ALWAYS think of that concert and smile. The show was fantastic but the folks who shared those few hours of my life were even better. Thank you all for being in that place at that time.