Observations at an Erasure concert

Sequinned shirts: Give me more
Sequinned blazers: I can't handle it
Sequinned shirts + sequinned blazers: I just passed out
Tight T's: wear 'em
Glow sticks: bring 'em

If you're a man and your date is a girl: Look, I know you want to pretend that you're pissed she dragged you here (you're not). All you want to do is flip through the pics on your iPhone, desperately hoping to create the illusion that the content is better than the sight before you (it isn't). Now, stand up, smile, and sing "Oh L'amour" louder than me and my mom (you can't.)

If you're a man and your date is a man: No pep-talk necessary. You're having a blast. Now wrap that tribal tattooed-arm around your love a little bit tighter and let's.do.this.

I had a BLAST. Direct quote from me: "I almost cried when it was over." One of my favorite bands, EVER, and I'm not afraid to say it. Special thanks to my work bestie for remembering they are my fave and for letting me know that they were making a stop in SLC. Too bad that your extensive music taste and/or preferences does not include the melodious harmonies of this 80s musical genius...even if he has been known to wear a tutu.

Next steps: seeing the "skills" of his back-up dancers, I will be auditioning for future spots. They've been with the group for 25 years. Me thinks it's time for an upgrade. Good thing they didn't affect my obsession.

For your viewing pleasure:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP4qV5wCX0I&feature=related