Not trying to too strongly fit the stereotype of the gay man, I went to a Liza Minelli concert Wednesday night. Now, I am not a big fan of Liza’s; however, she is something of an icon and Lord knows there was going to be excellent people-watching at this event. Rarely do you get to see aging gay men rubbing elbows with rich old people and society folk. Anywhere where there are either gay men or society people, there will be some interesting clothing choices, including the sheer green "dress" with the saftey pin design and the man carrying the sequined Louis Vuitton evening bag a la Blanche Devereaux.
It was one of the most surreal evenings I have ever experienced. The concert itself was actually quite good...she is nothing if not an entertainer. It was a benefit for a local charity, so after everyone got through congratulating themselves, the magic began.
I would never have believed it had I not seen it for myself, but she really is a living charicature of herself. She mentioned "mama" and everyone applauded. She forgot the words to a song, stopped to look at the music and everyone applauded. She swivelled her bionic hips and everyone applauded.
Is it wrong that I enjoyed myself?
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