Tonight is the night I've been waiting for for nine months.
Tonight, I see Madonna. Third row, on the floor.
I am so excited about this I am practically vibrating through the walls. I started trying to get tickets to Madonna's concerts over ten years ago. Two years ago, I finally got in to her Sticky and Sweet tour. It was an amazing experience.
I've been to a lot of concerts where I felt like I was listening to the CD with bad audio and inconsiderate neighbours. I love Celine Dion, too, but I won't be going to any more of her shows for awhile. Two different concerts promoting two different albums and virtually the same playlist. Very little of which was from either of the albums.
But Madonna is a top-class performer. One can argue about the merits of her voice or her song-writing ability but no one can deny that the woman can put on a show.
Alex is having a hard time understanding that he's not going. He loves Madonna, too, and we often watch her Confessions tour or the Sticky and Sweet one on DVD. I've seen it enough to recognize most of the back-up dancers. But I'm pretty sure they would yank my parenting licence if I brought an eight year old to a Madonna concert. When he hits fourteen or sixteen, then this can be an extremely bizarre mother and son bonding experience.
I can't wait.