IT'S A PRETTY GOOD CROWD FOR A SATURDAY

LAST NIGHT.
I SAW ELTON JOHN
oh yeah, and billy joel
AND REST ASSURED.
i died twice for the both of us.



you may be surprised to hear that SLAAOPATRA was in tow.
she rode in on the tailfeathers of the gr8 white, i hear.

ANYWAY.



LIVING LEGEND U CAN LOOK BUT DON'T TOUCH



Clearly using his Ashleykenesis to echolocate me and beam radiantly in my direction via the jumbotron.



my favorite part, besides the tear jerking crowd participation, is the end, where Sir Elton jubilantly exclaims
"BOOYAH!!!"
GETCHASOMEGIRL



i should also include this touching video of ciera & i enjoying our favorite elton song.
or what would be ciera & i, if we were middle aged, bald men JUST ROCKING OURSELVES SILLY

anyway, in exponentially less interesting news, here is Billy Joel.
If you're into that kind of thing.







WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO SAY?!

Oh, I shouldn't hate too much. He is the piano man, after all, and anyway who has the grapes to claim "We Didn't Start the Fire" as their own is truly outrageous. I actually like quite a bit of his music, and he had fierce presence - plus, his Elvis impersonation was actually kind of the shit. When he coughs up that rotating piano and shares it with ~*~SIR ELTON~*~, then we can talk.



Not much else to say on the FACE2FACE front. All in all, it was amazing. Billy was a hoot, and Elton was quite obviously life. I scampered off to the loading dock after the show to try to meet THE LIVING LEGEND himself, but alas, he had danced away on rainbow piano keys (or left in a black SUV, whatever gets you through it), so security was kind enough to give me a compensation prize in the form of a crew pass. OH ESSENCE DE ELTON. I will pin it directly to my heart and wear it forever.

other than that, i guess all i really have to say about the entirety of the show can be best described in this screen cap, which cements the obvious truth that Sir Elton & I are serious soul mates who will someday skip hand in hand together through Central Park together wearing matching sunglasses before taking off on one of those two people bicycles, whistling MMMBop. Okay, this fantasy has gone too far. Regardless:





le sigh. le love.