the above photo shows mary and i waiting for shit to happen at lady gaga’s concert.
the opening act (semi precious weapons, i think they were called?) was lackluster and kind of mildly irritating. the guy was so full of himself, and he wasn’t even good-looking, which i guess was the point, but still. and he was a huge slut.
my foot’s been healing, so that’s good. walking was less painful today. i walked all the way to mary’s res and i didn’t even notice the hole in my foot.
met up with leah at union station (after a rousing game of ‘WHERE THE EFF ARE YOU?’) and we headed over to the sky dome (i will never succumb to calling it the air canada center) for some good times.
noticed lots of interesting and intricate outfits on the way (these were especially strange [sometimes scary] on middle-age and above-middle-age women who weren’t afraid to go hardcore gaga). there was no lack of hair-bows or thunderbolts, but there was a noticeable lack of pants. i for one didn’t wear anything special and i ended up regretting my decision. i mean, when do you get a chance to dawn a ridiculous costume other than on halloween? i should of whipped out the glitter and sparkles and kept my pants at home.
the concert itself was interesting; nothing beyond my expectations; no surprises; no real corpses or anything.
leah and mary said they found lady gaga’s intermittent speeches pretty inspiring, but i was left unmoved; how many times can she refer to us as ‘little monsters’ before it gets old? and people started screaming every time she struck a new pose. i guess they really are ‘gaga for gaga.’
it was fun, but it wasn’t a life-changing experience or anything.
probably not worth the $190 the ticket apparently cost.
