Not George

I will be writing a (hopefully) more coherent post about the George Michael concert. Eventually. As soon as my brain stops defaulting to OH. MY. GOD. every time I think about Sunday night's show. *g* This isn't that post though. This post is about the non-George portions of the weekend, featuring one of the best damn movies I've seen in a long time.

azewewish and I had a blast the entire time she was here, packing in as many GOOD TIMES as we possibly could in a 36 hour period. As we do. *g* There was a lovely brunch with technosage Sunday morning. We tried a new place in Scottsdale called "The Breakfast Club," and even though I wanted to go there mainly because the name made me laugh, the food was delicious!

And then after brunch Brenda and I went to see Mongol and holy hell was this a fantastic movie! It's easily the best movie I've seen this year. Just stunning in every way. One of the most beautiful love stories I've seen on screen. Phenomenal acting. Breathtaking cinematography. Gorgeously haunting score. I just can't say enough good things about this movie. Seriously, if you can, go see this one.

I do believe that we are practicing the same religion

Ok. So, yeah. George Michael. Where to start? I guess it started in 1987 with Faith. 1987 was a big year for me. For a lot of reasons and in a lot of ways, my world expanded that year. Part of that included discovering how much I really loved George Michael. And since then, his music has really been an important part of the soundtrack of my life, with releases of new material continuing to mark big shifts in my life, sometimes coincidentally and sometimes as a result of the music itself.

So, it's not hyperbole when I say that Sunday's show was truly a deeply moving, even a spiritual experience. First, we had the best seats! 11th row! It was awesome to ride the energy of an arena show and still be close enough for it to feel like a club show. I mean, we were close enough to see his wedding band and to see every dimpled smile! And, gods, did he smile. He looked so happy! And hot. I did mention that even after all these years he still looks DAMN HOT, right? *bites lip*

And he sounded FANTASTIC! God. His voice. I think it's even better, richer, more resonant, than it was 25 years ago. I could probably go on and on, waxing rhapsodic over every song from his opening with "Waiting (Reprise)" to his encore with "Freedom 90," but thankfully for all of us, azewewish wrote some of her thoughts on the show here, together with some great pictures and the full set list. So instead I'll just direct you there and say "yes, yes, YES!" to everything she says.

I laughed. I cried. I sang. I danced. I screamed. By the end, I was literally vibrating from the energy and the emotion. I actually had to take time to ground and center before I could walk out of there.

I can't even express how AMAZING this show was. Just. WOW. So much wow, in fact, that (after a much needed stop at The Waffle House -- part of that grounding that really needed to happen) Brenda and I came home and immediately bought tickets to tomorrow night's show in L.A. *bounces* George!!!!!!! Again!!!

Oh, one more thing, because I'm pretty sure that we're all, y'know practicing the same religion, so to speak, when it comes to SMOKIN' HOT MEN, here's a picture of the insanely hot cop outfit that George donned for "Outside." ( *bites lip* )

Damn. Just DAMN. I am pretty sure that Brenda and I literally SQUEALED and jumped up and down like crazy women when he came on stage in this get up. *fans self*