I'm down on my knees; I wanna take you there...

Apparently the atonement period lasted longer than I anticipated. I feel refreshed and ready to live '69 to the fullest... I have a feeling it's going to be a good year.

Shortly before our "Yom Kippur Dinner" on Wednesday dinner (the last meal before the fast, chock full of rich carbohydrates) my dad surprised my little sister and I with tickets to the Madonna concert. This was beyond thrilling for me. I am a Miami baby. Madonna used to own a house directly across the street from my great godparents in Vizcaya. I ran a lemonade stand mere yards away from her humble abode. I grew up idolizing the Immaculate Collection. Basically, I have waited my entire twenty three and half years of life for this.


I've never been big into concerts, because most of the people I would really want to see live - Bob Dylan, Bob Seger, Simon & Garfunkel, and Michael Jackson, to name a few - aren't exactly touring anymore. While I was interning at Vogue magazine in the summer of 2004, Madonna did a show in NYC. Someone in my department came in the morning after wearing a souvenir tee. He said she opened with "Vogue". I remember being so sad that I missed out on such a metaphor - hearing the namesake being sung by the woman who immortalized the word.

Well, I finally got to hear Vogue live. It was worth the wait.


A few other favorite moments... "You Must Love Me" from Evita while playing the guitar. "4 Minutes" with a video version of JT. "I Love New York" with the audience.

Hands down, the best show I've ever seen. You can say what you want about the woman, but there is truly no one like her. The props, the graphics, the set-up... it was wild. I've never sat through anything like it. I felt transcended.

I must admit, I'm a bit heartbroken that she didn't sing my all-time favorite song. Oh well. I suppose "Material Girl" may have been considered inappropriate given the current state of our economy.