George Michael.

George Michael.

George Michael.


The man lived up to all my expectations. And exceeded them.

Yes, George is getting old, but it didn’t matter when he was singing or swinging his hips. Nicky and I spent the night swooning and trying to spot the paunch he’s attempting to hide by wearing a jacket.

No words will do last night justice. But it was worth re-injuring my sore foot, injuring my other one and the sheer exhaustion.

Awe. Some.

(and yes, I cried happy tears while he was on stage)


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