I don’t get to play the trophy wife very often, which, most of the time, is a GOOD THING because, well, I’m not exactly the most delicate flower in the world.

Case in point: repair man walked in to work today and I said “you must be here to fix something; I can see your screwdriver”


But on Wednesday I was treated to a fab night of trophy wife-ness at the Lady GaGa concert. In a box seat, no less! How swish, dahling!

I’m considering changing my blogging niche to “box seat concert catering”. I saw Britney from the same box seats in 2009. In 2009 it was about the party pies and sausage rolls. This time it was a sit down dinner. Noice.

To say Lady GaGa is iconic is a massive understatement. And she put on a mesmerising show, that’s for sure. Almost as exciting as the show was the reaction of the fans. THEY WERE GOING OFF.

Her outfits were amazing, her singing surprisingly good, her social and political sentiments matching mine completely (and said so articulately). Sure, she was born out of a giant blow up vagina at one point, but that was the only “shocking” part of the show.

A good trophy wife has a duty to make the most of the free grog – cabcharges are such a treat for this long-serving designated driver. I got myself suitably warm and fuzzy on the house wine. How much wine, exactly? Let’s just say that I had to sit down for the concert so that I didn’t feel like I was going to fall over the railing ;)

The highlight for me was the way she treated her fans. She gets fandom. She got one bubble-clad fangirl up on stage with her and I couldn’t stop grinning. As a fellow fangirl, I completely get how it feels to have a favourite singer connect with you. I was so stoked for GaGa’s fans – and that wasn’t just the wine talking ;)

Here’s me and Phonakins after the concert. Of the ~20k people at Allphones arena, what were the chances of me running into someone I knew? A fellow blogger, no less?


Seeing this song sung live has given me a new-found appreciation for the lyrics.

I’m beautiful in my way
‘Cause God makes no mistakes
I’m on the right track baby
I was born this way

Don’t hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you’re set
I’m on the right track baby
I was born this way

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4 thoughts on “Going GaGa

  1. <3

    Oooh you got catering.

    No catering for me

    But hell, I had fun!


    Posted on 23 June 2012 at 6:23 pm
  2. I’m a huge Gaga fan! I was lucky enough that my (now former) boss took me to see her last time she was in Australia. She does put on a great show! I was hoping to get to see her this time around, but after spending $500 on a Prince ticket, I couldn’t afford it! Glad you had a good time, and yay for free wine!

    Posted on 25 June 2012 at 8:05 pm
  3. oooo it’s these things I miss about Sydney, the availabilty of this kind of entertainment.
    So very pleased you had a cabcharge and had a wonderful night out as trophy wife!

    Posted on 26 June 2012 at 9:17 am
  4. Oh WOW, CATERED! You are SO lucky Spunky. That is one thing I didn’t touch on in my post about the concert… because it was SO underwhelming. We got that Colossus Pizza they were flogging. OMG have never tasted worse pizza EVER! It cost $23 for one pizza, a crappy salad and one drink… we shared the pizza too, so I was starving and had to buy a box of hot chips straight after.
    How nice to play the trophy wife, you are every bit a top prize Spunky xoxo

    Posted on 26 June 2012 at 5:29 pm