Metal Meredith

Thankfully, not as bad and Vivienne’s first attempt at school photos, but not super.

The Coy:

The Undecided:

The Heartbreaker:

I was lucky to see Madonna on the Drowned World Tour, August 11, 2001. Since I worked for the label, I was given free tickets, which was even more of a thrill. When she came onstage, I cried. Just a little, very quickly, but I did. I mean, there she was, Madonna! She was a bout 200 feet from me. In the flesh. It was pretty darn sweet.

When Kym called and told me that she was able to get another pair of tickets for free for the Atlanta show on November 24, it wasn’t hard to decide to go. Even if it took a plane and hotel reservations, it was worth it. Adding to the experience, we had seats all the way in the back, dead center in one of those foofy boxes.

In 2001, we danced, cheered, talked the whole way through. It was amazing. In 2008, we sat, watched and were mostly quiet. IT WAS LOUD, my ears still hurt. She rocked, she sang. She also lipsynced, had costume changes, preached, got sassy, pranced, threw tantrums and was calm. It was wonderful. It did lack the things that I loved about the other tour. The thread that should have pulled the whole show together was not there. There was not really a theme, which I suspect was the same thing that happened during the last tour with all that disco and equestrian stuff.

The graphics were sometimes cheesy but the times that they were good, they made me forget about the goofy 80’s video game lights and the NY subway numbers. She played songs that I have not heard her do before (although I am not a die hard fan, so forgive that I say this), like Borderline and Human Nature. Like a Prayer had the whole place testifying and Ray of Light was electric and loud. The whole thing was so much fun and such a good show.

So even though I crammed my ass on a plane, paid and extra $100 to upgrade to Business Class as to not impose on my fellow passengers personal space, and unsuccessfully fought off a cold, I had a wonderful time and would not have changed a thing. Thanks Kym for being a wonderful friend! 

Headed to see Madonna tonight in Atlanta. More to come tomorrow.

I could write a book about Phil. After all, he is the one I picked to be by my side for the rest of time.

Tonight, we headed out to a men’s clothing store to buy Phil some nice work clothes. It isn’t that he wanted to be flashy, I think he just wanted to represent himself better in hopes of calling money toward him. The ‘creative look’ was no longer representing his role in his business. He has 2 other people to be the kooky creative ones now.

He must have tried on 15 things. Every time he came out of the dressing room, I got a little teary. He looked like such a man, such a grown up man. Where did my Phil go? Where was my silly college art student that I met and fell in love with? When did he turn into a handsome business man?

So Phil, even though I had a dream last night that Brian Williams was my new boyfriend, I was happy to wake up next to you this morning, snoring and all.

Happy Birthday to my best friend, my biggest fan, my nun-mun. I love you.