Have you Confessed?

A Gi-normous Disco ball fell from the ceiling and wouldn't ya know, out pops Madonna. In a horse rider outfit, whip, and crazy boots. What a stud. Please tell me when I'm that old I can dance on a Gi-normous Disco stage.




Have you confessed?
That's how Madonna ended her show last night. A Black screen with a script message in hot pink to us. I was so impressed overall with the night. Totally got my 110 worth fo' sho. And I got to wear fishnets.


Her Confessions on a Dance Floor album is so much fun and she mixed the some good oldies to the beats and feel of the new album. We're talking Lucky Star and Like a Virgin were rockin' with some new vibe!

This is "I love New York". She rocked out on the guitar and made some really terribly rude statements about Georgy Porgy our Pres. Always pushing the envelope that Madonna.

I'm one of those "You only live once" kind of people. I don't recommend this mentality unless you'd like to constantly be busy buying random crap to pull together outfits like this one at the last minute. I'm not gonna lie, it was a riot to be Borderline Madonna for the night. But no one else had the guts to dress up, or perhaps were willing to part with their sanity for an evening.

As for the show itself, I can't believe how impressive it all was. It's seriously just such a different kind of entertainment. It was more like watching human gymnists doing unhuman moves. Insane dancing, so freaking awesome. I now want to join whatever cult it takes so I too can move on the double beam bars and dance in step with twelve other hotties!

Seriously, you should see Madonna in concert before you die. My favorite moments were La Isla Bonita (obviously!), Sorry, Forbidden Love which was really powerful, and her Saturday Night Fever routine with Music and JTravolta outfits while her dancers were on roller skates. The scene with her crucified on a cross was really pretty cool, but I suppose you had to be there to "get it". It was during Live to Tell. If you don't read Rolling Stone magazine you probley don't even know what I'm talking about, in that case just ignore this part lest you become all pissy.

So the verdict is: see Madonna.