I saw Kylie Minogue twice and all I got was lousy H1N1.
I did not take these photos because I could not find my sad, old digicam.
I don't know know why wahlee and I waited so damn long to get to the
venue. We were about 10 people deep from center stage.
But Kylie came down from the ceiling on a silver skull and I screamed.
I didn't see much after that because I got lost in a forest of tall gays.
You kinda knew who the REAL FANS were once the 90s medley came on.
But there was an unfortunate girl behind me singing incorrect Kylie lyrics
at the top of her tone deaf lungs. Lucky me. I should be so lucky. Lucky,
lucky, lucky.
But can she do the splits with one leg up against the wall?
Confetti = gay frenzy. I tried not to be a Negative Nancy after that since
I COULDN'T SEE SHIT. Plus, there were these tragic homos in furs rubbing up
against my new tattoo. OH HELL NO. And why was weed being smoked at a Kylie
concert? I don't know either, but it was fun.
_rialize and I got to the Las Vegas venue a couple hours early.
There already was a line forming, but we managed to squeeze ourselves three
people deep from the right side of the stage.
OHMYGOD STILL SO GOOD SECOND TIME AROUND!
She was SO CLOSE! I could've flicked a booger at her!!!
Ria's spyshot of a hot latin mami I completely failed to chat up. I'm sorry,
dangerously attractive people get me flustered and I choke like a bitch.
Every time. A for effort? I tried.