George Michael gave a really good concert. Charlie met Tender Buttons and Tender Vittles. On the way out of the metro I picked up a copy of the Washington Blade to show Charlie's interview to TB and TV. They were all like "Omigod, we went to George Michael with a celebrity!"
Duh, he's hanging with me.
My ears are still ringing.
It occurred to me that the last concert I went to was Paul Anka. I think that officially makes me 104.
I would link to Charlie's otherwise insightful rundown of the evening if it weren't for some malarky about TB being the "dominant" sister. Whatever. I have pictures where I'm holding her in a headlock. As for who's the "smarter" sister -- all I gotta say is one became a lawyer and right now is sitting at a desk probably listening to some jackhole yammering on about who the fuck cares while the other just dropped off her little hobo-angel at speech camp and gets to lie down (and hopefully, eventually regain her hearing).
I'm officially 104, but today I feel 108. So speak up, sonny.