After more than 15 years of singing "Like a Virgin" at videoke, 20 years after the last time I donned a crucifix around my neck, wore fishnet stockings, danced and lip-synched to "Borderline", after 8 years since arriving in New York and declaring to The Universe that I would someday like to see her in action at Madison Square Garden (MSG), I finally got to see The Madge and she was f*ckin' awesome.

Good call by my partner-in-crime Gigi in choosing to go to New Jersey. The venue was smaller and thus we had amazing seats right down the middle and less than 30 feet from the stage. In front of us and to our left were gay men, to our right, a straight couple, the man probably coerced into watching the concert, and behind us were two annoying sisters in bustieres, one of whom spoke with a thick Jersey accent and laughed like Fran Drescher.
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