no tricks, just treats November 1, 2007
Originally my Hallowe’en evening was gearing up to be one of sheer boredom. My big plan was to stay home and watch "Pushing Daisies" followed by the 6-hour live showing of "Ghost Hunters" at the Waverly Sanitorium in Kentucky (by the way, if you Tivo something it kind of defeats the purpose of it being "live," right?)
Instead, the sweet and lovely Miss Yvette made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She had an extra ticket to see Annie Lennox at the Carnival Center/Ziff Opera House downtown. I used to love Eurythmics in middle school (the first time I saw the "Sweet Dreams" video I ran out and got all my hair cut off and dyed it red; that was the longest grounding of my life!) but had never had the pleasure of seeing them live. Nor had I seen Annie Lennox perform live as a solo artist. Let me tell you, she did not disappoint! Her voice is just as amazing and powerful live as it is on a recording!
Now normally I’m used to concerts that include a mosh pit and stage diving, so I was very pleased and surprised at the crowd for this show. I can tell you with 100% certainty that Yvette and I were the only straight people in the entire place. The second we walked in to the concert house and I caught a whiff of "Eau de Gay" (you know, scented body wash and expensive cologne), I was in HEAVEN! So many gorgeous men, all nicely dressed and smelling delicious. And being that this was an Annie Lennox concert – on Halloween, no less – there were the requisite "Annie through the years" costumes (w00t! Shout out to the ballerinas!) Oh, how I’ve missed my gays since my J moved to the other side of the world (ie, California).
Yvette and I ended up chatting with the nicest group of lesbians prior to the show. They were so funny, they had us cracking up the entire time we were talking to them. Oh, and Yvette came "thisclose" to accepting a date with a rather butchy, but not entirely unfortunate looking, woman after the show. However, in her defense, she didn’t know she was being picked up until I told her (my "gaydar" is fine-tuned; if there is a gay man within a 50 mile radius, I will find him and he will call me "diva" and compliment my eyebrows).