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The Concert

April 13, 2011

So I went home last weekend. As a belated birthday present, my generous parents bought me air fare to come home and see them for a weekend. Conveniently enough, the same weekend of the Lady Gaga concert that Aaron and I have had floor tickets for since the beginning of last year. What a coincidence!

Anyway, the whole going home trip is  a story within itself (and for another post), but Lady Gaga was amazing beyond comprehension.

Last year when Aaron and I attended the Monster Ball, we went all out and got there at 6 a.m. to wait in line all day and be mega mega extra close to the stage and have our pictures taken for Spanish newspapers and the whole shebang. This time, since the concert was on a Friday and Aaron had school and I had some living to do, we took a more low-key route and just got there in the evening only minor-ly dressed up (but of course with heels) and basically just decided to let the night happen as it would happen.

And happen it did.  First we painted our nails a cobalt, spectrum blue with glitter. Aaron painted his while driving and eating. We’re pretty sure he ate more nail polish than what ended up on his fingers.

While waiting in line, shirtless Aaron had his picture taken with multiple concert-goers and a Toyota Center Chef only to be told he had to have a shirt to get into the concert. So we hiked back to his truck to get one.

Then I had to go to the bathroom (of course), so I told for sure we would have a terrible spot. But when we got on the floor, we actually weren’t that far back, which made us laugh at all of our antics from last year.We were smooshed against a very affectionate lesbian couple (one girl kept putting her tongue in her girlfriend’s ear – that’s just gross no matter who you are!) and some overweight and pushy couples who were also all up on one another.

However, when the amazing, fantastic, hilarious, old, slightly drunk, Gaga’s bestie Lady Starlight….

came on stage, I realized that I couldn’t see a damn thing, which was unacceptable since she proceeded to put on quite a show, including running in circles around the stage and freezing completely for a good 3 or 4 minutes. So we decided to move to the back of the arena. That was the best decision ever. We could see everything picture perfect, we just weren’t right on top of the stage and people were not surrounding us and hindering our concert experience. It was brilliant.

Being the idiots that we are, neither one of us knew who was opening for Gaga, so I was ecstatic when I realized it was Semi Precious Weapons…

I love Justin.

They played several new songs and made me love them even more. Justin (the lead singer) is so crazy with his nudity and sparkly heels and high kicks.  I love it.

While waiting for Gaga to take the stage (which took like 45 minutes since all of her stuff is so elaborate and spectacular), we read my latest SkyMall, which is truly the best part of flying ever. As a side note, you should see what SkyMall’s all about.

But I digress, of course Gaga was the best part of the concert. (A la SNL’S Stefon) The concert had everything: radioactive Asians, chubby gays in unitards, burning pianos, slobbering lesbians, glitter, screaming, dedicated text messages, drunk ladies putting their beers at our feet, people we knew, heels, grandmas in rainbow wings, babies, fruit loops in skirts, doting mothers, more screaming, blood fountains, Jesus Christ playing guitar, funky backup singers, shoving, Michael from Germany who likes boys and girls, subway cars, paparazzi monsters and anything else you could possibly imagine (as well as those things you can’t).

Gaga played both versions of Born This Way, came back for two more songs, cried a little bit, inspired us a lot and was just your average, typical out-of-this-world performer. And from where we were standing, we actually saw the Monster Ball this time around, which is a truly phenomenal show. I cannot imagine the amount of people and work it takes to make this show happen in a different venue every night. That takes some serious talent and teamwork, not to mention leadership.

Ru ru and Gaga share the same blurry aura about them.

So how was the concert? Gaga told me to tell you that “We burned Houston down to the F-ing ground!” if that gives you any perspective.


We don’t have that kind of time Suze!

August 10, 2010

King A has a GPS which is fortunate because neither of us are very good at directions. His GPS is named Susan, for no particular reason, but of course since we both speak queer and shorten pretty much every word ever, she has more appropriately become Suze.

We take Suze with us whenever we go on our crazy adventures and she always provides us with the best entertainment. We seriously have a billion Suze jokes because she likes to mess with us, but my favorite is the following.

The two of us were going to the Gaga concert downtown and we knew the general area of where the Toyota Center was, but not the specifics. We had successfully made it to downtown and we knew we where close, but Suze spoke too late and we missed a turn, so of course Suze goes “Recalculating Turn right in 300…” as soon as we heard the 300, we thought miles (but Suze really meant feet) and freaked proclaiming “We don’t have that kind of time Suze! We don’t have those kind of resources Suze!”

This is Suze.

This most accurately describes my current state of mind because I am terribly lost. I know it sounds cliché and retarded, but I really am. I am torn between two worlds, the people like King A  and the other artists I work with/for who are so focused on trying to become who they are as individuals and really finding themselves, so they encourage freedom of expression and trying new things, etc. Then I go home to my very realist family who immediately ask me what I’m going to do with my life and how I expect to pay the bills.

To make matters worse I am already going to be finished with college, the time when you’re supposed to figure how who you are and what the hell you want to do. While I don’t regret getting done early, my friends are yelling at me to listen to my heart  my internal Suze is telling me I don’t have that kind of time anymore (my parents are too.)

I understand that you must have money to exist and other important things like insurance and transportation, etc, etc. I come from a middle class family and I have $0 and I see how hard my parents work to get money and I know that they just want me to have stability and insurance and be able to live comfortably.

I am not naive or some stupid kid with my head in the clouds, I completely understand how society works, which is why I have like 4 jobs and have been trying to get out of school ASAP, but it sucks. I hate working 9-5 (I would rather start at like 7 am and get out early) and the thought of spending the rest of my life at a desk job is enough to make me cry myself to sleep at night, but I know its safe and probably the smart thing to do, especially with the current economic state, so that’s where I think I’m headed.

But then I go take classes at Second City or read the new Vanity Fair article on Gaga (she’s on the cover, it came out today, get your copy!) and I become so inspired and I just want to be that and have that freedom. I want to do what I want to do regardless. Of course, right under my Vanity Fair is the 1,000 page internship book I am supposed to be using to find internships at corporate companies  with good benefits that might want to hire me.

I so very much want to find the balance between those two worlds and be able to do something I love, but everything I love I suck at and everything I’m good at I hate.   My mom accuses me of trying to live in a fantasy world, but isn’t that what we all want to do anyway?

So Suze, come on and recalculate because I am really quite lost, but keep in mind I don’t have that kind of time.

Gaga part deux

August 2, 2010

Our picture can also be found on the Houston Press Web site. I still cannot believe I was there and she was here and how fantastic it was and how fierce we looked.  Memories…


August 2, 2010

My friend King A got a hair cut (see post below for photos). He had this mega, big sexy hair, white boy afro and now he has cut it to almost a Donald Trump onion loaf, but gayer and better looking.

It seems like everywhere we go now, everyone is saying how great his hair looks and how different it is, etc. I’m pretty sure people we don’t even know are coming up to him and telling him how much they like his new hair.

This constant attention is especially bad since its been summer, so its been a while since anyone has seen anyone else, so coming back with a drastic change is an even bigger deal now than in normal times.

And it made me think how I have always wanted to have one of those drastic summer changes, like in the books and movies, where the ugly high school girl comes bach after summer and looks amazing or how like Jared from Subway goes back to his office one day and has just magically lost 2,000 pounds. I need drastic.

I mean I feel like I’ve changed this summer, but it’s not outward appearance changes that people would notice or comment on. I seem, at least on the outside anyway, exactly the same as I have been for the past several years. I need drastic.

I go through phases like this all the time, where I just get so anxious and upset that nothing is different, but eventually they pass and I resume my usual life style and just tell myself the drastic is coming. But something drastic has yet to happen.

I think this phase has been affected by Lady Gaga. I want to do something as exicting as she does and wear crazy clothes and go around flaunting my BA self, but at the moment that’s not all that possible. I mean I don’t think the Chamber would appreciate me showing up in a pair of homemade hot pants and rainbow heels and tape X’s over my boobs.

So here I am, dying for drastic and only getting compliments about King A’s hair.

Better than sex

August 1, 2010

****Warning this post contains profanity

Me and King A dressed for the Monsterball

 “Should anyone ask you how the concert was, you tell them we burned Houston down to the fucking ground.” – Lady Gaga  

Exactly one week ago at this time, I was being liberated at the Monsterball. Words cannot begin to describe how absolutely amazing Lady Gaga is and how life changing the Monsterball was. My mom says I’m over exaggerating, but you really have no idea. I have seriously been reeling over this experience for the entire week and have been reliving it every time I close my eyes.King A and I got to the Toyota Center at 7 a.m. since we had general admission floor tickets. In the morning we looked like two kids just going to church. We waited all day. It was hot, the bathroom was miles away in a parking garage and I felt like a hooker walking there in my heels, I got sun burn in the pattern of my lace tights and we tried not to drink too much so as not to have to pee. The people around us were pretty craze, and not exactly in a good way, but it was just phenomenal.  The spanish newspaper  even took a picture of us. King A and I spent the day playing millions of round of speed (yet he always won), making up our own card games, and people watching, all while trying not to get too hot and getting annoyed with the battle of the radio stations trying to each play their music louder.

Us with our fellow Little Monsters. Aaron told the lady a fake name for me - "Roxanne"

But, the wait was so worth it because we had the best spots. We were like 8 rows away from the main stage and literally zero rows away from the middle stage catwalk thing. When Lady Gaga went down the cat walk, if she would have leaned over, we could have touched her. Lady Starlight gave a pre-show and Semi Precious Weapons opened for Gaga and both acts were pretty much just as good as Gaga. Lady Starlight was boppin around to hardcore real rock music and Justin of SPW was crazy, kicking his legs up mega high, getting naked on stage,spewing champagne  and wearing custom heels.

This is the veil I designed and King A actually helped me put together.

While I would need like 5,000 words to even begin to fully say how I feel about it all, especially since we are coming up to the Gaga part, I will spare you the hours of reading and just tell you my favorite part.While Gaga sang 18 songs, and had the best clothes, most elaborate sets and very sexy backup dancers. I cried when she told us she created the Mosterball as a place for her fans to be free. She told to drop all of our insecurities and just be free bitches because

“Tonight all the freaks are outside. And I’ve locked the fucking doors.”   

To hear 20, 000 people just screaming their hearts out and Lady Gaga just telling us it was ok to be whoever the fuck we are and want to be was the most liberating experience so far. I’ pretty sure this is how old ladies feel about Jesus (who was also at the Monsterball as Lady Gaga’s guitarist.)Afterwards we were parched, famished, achy all over, covered in sunburn and blisters and pretty much went into survival mode on the drive home, but we were so liberated. I still feel that liberated. As mom said, everyone can go to hell in a hay basket now because I can be whoever I want and I really and truly don’t care anymore what anyone wants to think. I’m a free bitch.I am so glad we already have tickets for when she comes back in April because King A and I have decided that we would give up sex for the rest of our lives to see Lady Gaga concerts all the time instead.

Cause Gaga is better than sex.