A Good Time with No Strings Attached

I went to a screener of For a Good Time, Call.... last night and I loved it. It was fresh, it was funny, it was bubble gum pink mixed with zombie strippers (minus the zombies). It was Bridesmaid's reduced. It was a dirty talking girlfriends and sex toy parties. It was a movie that was filmed in 16 days and you can't tell one bit. Simply perfect like confetti cupcakes and butter cream icing with sugar skull candies.

 

It's spanks as a date rape preventive.

 

It's 1-800-mmmHmmm

 

It's Snow White meets Barbarella and they become besties.

 

It's Justin Long, Kevin Smith and Seth Rogan all smashed in one.

 

It's sweet but with edge. This is a movie to bring your girlfriends too, maybe your guy friends (they'll enjoy the vulgar, sexy conversations) and perhaps your progressive, independent mom if you have that kind of an adult friendship with her. Don't bring your kids though (side note, I'm sick of people bringing babies and kids to movies that aren't meant for kids)- that's a no-no for sure.

 

Check you what Calgay's FFWD had to say about it.

 

It's girls being real, girls being funny and girls being awesome. If you have no qualms about sexy talk and sass then I think you might like it. It made my night but then I went into thinking it was going to be an awful movie that was filmed in 16 days that might make me roll my eyes out of pure classlessness.

 

I was wrong. It's fab. Its a good time with no strings attached.

 

and that's my cheese review of the day. xxoo

 

2012 Perseid Meteor Shower

 

 

Every year around this time, the Earth is pelted with fiery stones from the frigid depths of outer space. Instead of as being as terrifying as that concept has every right to be, it is beautiful and awe-inspiring. For skywatchers, this year’s Perseid meteor shower should be a particular treat, with Jupiter and Venus getting in on the action as well.

ProTips on how to view the coolest light show of the year and a video from the smart folks at NASA, who when they are not sending robots to perfect 10 landings on another planet, are apparently getting other people to do their more menial tasks — like counting meteors — for them. Nice work if you can get it, right?

Get Out of Dodge: If you can afford to take a little late-night trip and, yes, lose a little sleep, getting away from city lights is going to make the Perseids a much more enjoyable show. Escaping light pollution will make for a lot more visible meteors. I didn't see anything particular set up at the observatory SW of the city but it might be worth while checking it out anyway.

Sunday Funday: This Sunday, August 12th will mark the height of the show, which goes on every year when the Earth passes near the comet Swift-Tuttle.

Coffee. Also, More Coffee: Though you can catch a glimpse of the meteors pretty much anytime after 10 or 11 pm, the best viewing is going to be in the early morning hours, just before dawn. So be prepared to either get up real early, or stay up real late. Hot coco is also nice or some kind of tea. Just something warm to put in your tummy and don't forget some comfy blankets to lay out on. This is one thing that is best enjoyed on your back.

Look to the East. Also, A Little North: The majority of the evening’s shooting stars will seem to radiate from the constellation Perseus. For those of you who (like me) have no idea where to begin looking for that cluster of stars, it is to the northeast. For those of you who (again, like me) have no idea what direction northeast is, your phone probably has a compass that will come in handy.

For more tips, we turn you over to the capable hands and dulcet tones of the professionals at NASA. While you’re watching, the space agency would appreciate if you could count meteors for them to help determine the trajectory of Swift-Tuttle. They’ve even cooked up a smartphone app to make it easy for you — at that point, it’s kind of rude not to lend a hand, right? Right.

 

 

and for a special treat, watch this video!

and then check out this month's Star Chart from the TELUS Spark Science Centre.

(via Space.com, pic via Logan Brumm)

The Intouchables

Last night I saw the movies The Intouchables.

You have to see it. I haven't felt this way about a movie in a long time.

The story is beautiful and funny. I have never laughed with a movie as much as I did with this one.

I went straight home and bought the soundtrack.

Watch the movie. It's a movie based on a true story and that's about all it is, a movie based on a true story. And a good story at that.

**

before the movie, was of course the previews for up and coming films. Two more films I am interested in watching

The Words with Bradly Cooper:






and then this:

Hyde Park on Hudson Official with Bill Murray

Adult Night 3

SL and I at Adult Night 4 (my third one). Looking a little more
confident and playing with robots.

Adult Night

The first adult night at the new Science Centre. SL and I look lost
and amazed-- and I a little worried too.

Supper Club

Tonight is the first instalment of the Monday Night Supper Club. I'm excited. We are trying Borgo, a snazzy new little place that opened up about a month ago.

There should be lots of laughs, lots of giggles, lots of eating and lots of wine. I'm excited. A much needed break from my already super busy week.

My guest tonight is Ms. Is.M.-- we have lots of boy stuff to talk about.

Moon Cakes

The Chineses mid-autumn festival is going on right now, today being the most important day because of the full moon. I was talking with one of my co-workers whose weekend was filled with mid-autumn festivities and I asked her about moon cakes and where to find the best ones in the city. After she got over her surprise that I knew what they were, she told me that moon cakes were very expensive and they averaged at $40 for a box of 4. These little cakes are typically the size of my hand or a small meat pie. Now it was my turn to get over the shock. $40 for 4 little cakes filled with egg yolk or fig. Though considered a delicacy, I was still shocked at the price. I think back to my first introduction to them when I was 12 years old and I understand why I was only given a portion. Expensive and not to be wasted on the fickle taste buds of a sheltered, upper-middle class white girl. True story. This friend was also only friends with me because she thought I was pretty. Ahhh... to be young again!

Yaden at work told me that tomorrow the moon cakes will be better priced. Perhaps I'll have to seek them out tomorrow. Mmmmm...

By the way, I was also told that the best lace to find Moon cakes is that the TNT Asian markey in north calgary though I had to admit, I have seen them in some of the bakeries in downtown China Town. Or I suppose, you can always make your own. Mmmm... it's time for breakfast.

Introducing: B. in the City

I have been wanting to do this for a long time. A few years ago I started a blog series in My Dog, Dinner called B. in the City and it was all about all the things I did or you could so in the city of Calgary.

It didn't last that long. I still labeled some of my adventures as B. in the City but I stopped going out of my way to post things.

A few months ago I created a new blog called B. in the City (B. being me of course) and I have been updating it with information and events as they come to me. Sadly, I don't have the time to put all the events that I find but I put the ones that interest me the most. I always receive feedback about the amount of knowledge that I have of happenings in the city so I thought it might be nice to have a "go to" place where all of my information can be accessed (as side from picking my brain).

My intention is to bring attention to the things I think deserve attention. Events, festivals, eats, adventures, free stuff, local products, presale codes for concerts I am interested in, etc. I am not really sure how it's going to look in a year. I hope it will be full and well developed like My Dog, Dinner. I haven't been able to figure out how to make it stand-out in Google searches but it will come. There is a hair place in the states that I think is kind of pissed off I have the same title.

There is a link on the right side of my blog (exact picture that is posted above-- for now) that will take you directly there or you can also find it in my blog list just below on the right side again.

It's been fun so far finding stuff to write about. There should be lots more in the coming months to update and when I get my cookie business up and running, I'll be posting about that in there as well. GO ME!

If you have any feed back, please let me know. I am all ears.

I do this for that one person on a Saturday night, wondering what the hell they can do in the damn city that doesn't involve going to the bar or to the movies.

I do this for the person who has just asked out their soul mate and has no idea where to take her and wants to do something special.

I do this to help spread awareness about the gems this little city of ours has to offer.

I do this to try and make life a little easier and a lot more fun.

I do this for all of you. You have supported me this far, and I love you.

Lets hear it for funny dreams and know-it-alls! *cheers!

Bacon Jack

Last night I went to Libertine on 8th Ave. I had already eaten Mushroom Toast at Local 522 so I wasn't overly hungry when I arrived. I picked something that was $5 and I picked something that had bacon. Safe all around folks. Well, they brought me out popcorn. For real. I don't even really like popcorn (which FYI, I call "bee-bop" and Bacon, I call that "Bean-bum". Left over isms from when I was a young child). Big pieces of bacon, toasted almonds and sweet-salty goe covering every piece.

It was nothing short of amazing.

oh wait.. I just googled Bacon Jack for a recipe and it makes sense. The Jack is for Jack Daniels.

duh.

That's Hot: II

It was April and I had been dating a boy for just a short while. It was his birthday and he didn't seem like the kind of person to buy for, he was more the type of person that you experience for. I wanted to give him an experience. When we had first met he had asked me "would you ride a train across Canada with me" at the time, I don't think I said anything out loud but in my head I squealed "yes!". But only a few months dating the boy, I thought a trip for two on the Rocky Mountaineer might have been too much. Price is never an issue for me but it might have been for him.

So then I settled on a hot air balloon ride early on the morning of his birthday. It includes a typical Champagne toast and breakfast for two (once both feet are planted firmly on the ground). Though silly romantic, I knew it was something he had never done. I wanted to give him adventure that wouldn't over whelm him. He might have enjoyed it. A birds eye view of the city spent most of his adult life in all while watching the sun rise above the hills and mountains.

Well, it didn't happen. I had to cancel because the weather was still wet. It was spring in Calgary. It was a huge risk to take.

And then we broke up.

I still have the card sitting by my front door. It was perfect birthday card for a hot air balloon ride with a man who was once the love of my life. I don't know what I'll do with it, I should just throw it away. It's still wrapped in the paper bag it came in so I often forget it's even there.

I never told this boy what I had planned. I always figured I'd have another chance to treat him. I didn't and that's okay. We went to Banff instead and we hung out at the spa. We drank too much, sang and danced as a woman played piano and in the wee hours of the night, sat side by side as we hammered out songs on the piano. and then I fell into a plant. I remember the next day my tummy hurt from the crunchy things we ate at the bar. We went home and went for a walk stopping at one of my recent haunts for chicken sandwiches ending the night with Harry Potter.

I'll go on a balloon ride one of these days, once I get the idea in my head I can't let it go until I've done it.

**

To balloon is to levitate above the ground, drifting silently as if in a dream. With its beginnings in 18th-century France, the endeavour has changed little since. You are still completely at the whims of the wind.

 

Vinyl Cafe Christmas

Let me tell you a story...

Stuart McLean presale started today. I got my usual 2nd row, center tickets. 1st row is too close for everyone. This is such a special tradition for me. I am so excited. The last two years we've seen Matt Andersen as a musical guest, he's amazing but to be honest. I'm a little tired of him. I want to see someone else. He was at Folk Fest this year and I didn't see him once. It was time for the rest of the world to discover him, I was off to discover other things. This year, we have Hawksley Workman, a musical talent I never would have chosen on my own to see. He's good, talented and the producers at the CBC do such a brilliant job showcasing wonder Canadian acts. I always comes away from it with a new artist or two under my belt and a deeper love for the ones I already enjoy.

There is something magical about the Stuart McLean Christmas Concert. It has been a family tradition since the year he started doing the series. To me, Stuart symbolises everything that Christmas is and should be. Warmth, family, kindness and gratitude. The stories he spins refreshes my image of the family I plan to have when I marry. The relationship I will fall into with the man I love. I wouldn't miss this night for the world. Last year, when I was so sick, shaking and clutching on to my mothers hands, it was Stuart that took me out of my head. The year before that, a blizzardy wintry day that I was sent home early from work because it was so bad out. We made it up to see Stuart and he walked around and greeted all his fans. He gave me the best hug of the year. The year before that, I was moved by the sweet, harmonizing voices of Dala and the lead singer from Salt and Poe Girl. Happy to be sitting along side my family and my best friend.

I couldn't think of a better way to start my Christmas off right. A Christmas Tradition that I will never give up till the day that I (or Stuart) dies.

**

Related Posts:

I've Been Waiting All Night For This

Music Obsession Monday: Introductions

The Brat Diet

My Dog, Dinner: Let's Talk About Christmas

Choose Yer Own

Remember those books from when you were in elementary school where you could pick the fate of the character you were reading about? Well, there is a festival in Calgary of the same nature. Choose Yer Own Festival! This will be the first year I'll be missing it because I choose my own adventure outside of Calgary.

If you are here and up for it, you should go. Jump in to your life and choose yer own adventure!

Electric

Feist
Monday, November 21

Jack Singer Concert Hall
(thank you GOD for not letting her play at the Saddledome again)


Presale starts today at 10AM

Use Password: electric


(oh my goodness SO excited!!! tick-tock tick-tock)

Crash Course on Loving Calgary

OX A Crash Course on Loving Calgary - "How To" from Sharon Stevens on Vimeo.

I admint, I love and hate this city all at once. It's a kind of fickle love.. probaliby the most fickle I've ever had. But I do love it and though it has it's challange I've enjoyed every moment expoloring every nook and cranny. With the car I'll have in August I plan to explore even more.

When I was writing my last post about Ox and Angela I went searching for images and came across the "Ox" one I used. Along with that image came this blog dedicated to people sharing their favorite spots in the city.

OX: A Crash Course on Loving Calgary is about sharing love for our City and great places to see through a down-loadable walking audio tour.

OX is a project to motivate and mobilize people to go out and capture the love of our City using participatory media art. It is an interactive, community mapping, down-loadable audio tour that will showcase Calgary OX spots as seen through the eyes and ears of Calgarians. Erecting the OX flag, citizens are recording their ideal spot of Calgary.

The project began in March of 2009, the Chinese Zodiac Year of the OX with a motto of “I persevere”.

Through this website, you can pick an OX you’d like to explore, download the audio and go out to hear about Calgary and what there is to love according to the contributors.

I enjoyed the shared enthusiasm in the city. It's not like we live in a small town, it's grown into a decent sized city that showcases many interesting gems; obvious or not so obvious. If I were to pick my favorite place it would have to be the park I've been spending my days reading in. I haven't had a chance recently to enjoy it I plan to this weekend. Maybe, if the weather is clear, I'll head over after work and make a dent in the book I've been reading.

Ox and Angela

I've been stalking this new resturant which is opening up in my back alley. Ox and Angela. From the creators of UNA (oh, and I also gushed over here). So excited. Latin food to go with my new latin dance moves.

1, 2, cha-cha-cha! 3, 4, cha-cha-cha!

Confession: I'm a Tarpie but I'm Nice

Mike Bloggity is a fantastic blogger who is always on the ball about all the hottest events in the city. It was no surprise to me that he would be reposting on Folk Fest. It's a life changing event every year (no, I am not exaggerating). The days are spent wandering around from side stage to side stage, enjoyed all the talent. The nights are always spent at your tarp set up in the main feild to enjoy some of the bigger names in the festival. Your spot is marked by your tarp and the quality of the spot all depends on how early you get up and how determined you are. People usually camp out at the gates Friday to Saturday and Saturday to Sunday.

On Thursday... I had a moment. A nice half hour long moment of mad and crazy bitch. It's my duty on Thursday and Fridays to stand in line with the rest of the "tarpies" and find a close to ideal spot to watch the main stage. There are specific guidelines to participate in this practice. First of all... the front gate only allows so many people in first. Second, you are not allowed to run. Third, you have to pack up your tarp at the end of the night only to do it all over again in the morning. Your chair must be short (beach size. If you can roll a basketball under it, it's too big.) and your tarp must be smallish. 6 feet by 8 feet I think. Because the whole main stage field it covered in these tarps, it can be hard to maneuver around. Care should be taken though NOT to walk across them.

This is where my inner bitch came into play. We had set up our tarp on Thursday night in the same area that we always set up. It's fun because you see all your usual regulars who come back every year. We are after all creatures of habit. The first night I was beyond excited, I am not kidding when I say that I had tears flowing from my eyes because I was overwhelmed with joy as I sat, waiting for the gates to open. When I got in and put down the tarps, I looked around-- pleased. This was going to be a great year. We had new neighbors, a guy named Claude from Winnipeg. He just moved here 6 months ago. Some nice people sitting behind us. As the night went on and we got closer and closer to the final act. A group called City and Color, more and more people started walking over my tarp. Some when as far as to move my chair and walk directly across with their muddy feet. The annoying thing was, there was a path about 6 feet away. They didn't need to walk on the tarp. Wanting to create more room we rolled up our one tarp when the others had gone home and moved everything onto one. This steady stream of City and Color fans would not get off as I started rolling-up. I finally had to yell at them. I felt like a crotchy old man as I waved my hands and lectured them on patience and manners.

"It's rude to walk across the tarps. Stop it. If you would have a little patience for a moment I will toll this up so you can get to where you need to go." I know, doesn't sound that ferocious now but it was then. I commanded my respect and got it.

The next day I saw this post by Mike:

Taking on the Tarpies

Which I can relate too. Some of the people with the tarps are kind of rude. Too big tarps with no one on them for the whole main stage event. It's a waste of space. People with tall chairs. People who fight over spots. It's folk fest. Share. It's community people. Check your entitlement at the door.

I am all about sharing my space. I have done so every year I've gone. With friends and strangers. The only thing I ask is you help me eat my food, you keep the tarp clean and you don't smoke or talk too much loudness during shows. If you have loud kids that won't sit down, sit near the back or the sides. And watch them. That's all I ask, in turn you can share my space and be my friend.

For the people who don't want to sit on my tarp or have one of their own either leave your shoes off when you tarp hope OR keep your shoes on and walk along the edges while making the "I'm sorry, I'm really trying to be respectful of you space" face. Is that too much to ask? If you are going to stand, do so on the sides OR when everyone else is doing so. It's that easy. Is that too much to ask?

We can exist. As a tarpie, I am proud of my spot and will enjoy it all through the night. I waited a long time to get this spot and really, this spot isn't that good. Haha. I'm not that hard core. Depends on the act to be honest.

As a trap crasher, always ask. Don't just plunk your butt down with your muddy feet on my tarp.

The end!

Picture borrowed from Mike's Tarpie post

Best Friends

Photo Caps of the last few years with my BFF:

When you have a best friend "sister by choice" no one can ever compare. It's something special. A connection that I'll have for the rest of my life. Sometimes, people don't understand it... they don't "get" how two people can be so close. How two people can be so a like. How two people can be around each other and not even talk and know exactly what the other person needs. Sometimes, people are threatened by this but they don't need to be. We are more than friends, we are family. By choice.

That's what happens when you are close with someone for half your life. When you spend every day together for years and years and years. When you both have so much in common but also learn so much from each other. Lives change, people change and relationships pull people closer together and sometimes further apart. To have that person that you can go to no matter what and know that nothing changes, it's special. It's important. As we get older, different things come into play but we are always connected. The same. Even if months go by and I haven't seen her we always pick up from where we left off. I share her with those who are important to me in my life. I share with her the things that I love. And she does the same.

Who else is going to cry with me when I'm sad and laugh with me when I'm happy. She will and she does. I love my best friend Laura. I'm lucky to have such a good friend in my life. Boys come and go but friends are here forever. Now, you'll have to excuse me... I have some serious folk festing that needs to be done with her (and her new little family!).

Folk Fest 2011: Begin

I'm beyond excited today. It's the first night of Folk Fest and I am so excited that I was late to work. I was late because I was dancing like an maniac when I should have been getting dressed. I cut my toe nails, exfoliated my heals, waxed my eyebrows, applied a little bronzer, bought new lipstick ( I haven't bought lipstick in 2 years.. I hardly wear the stuff), did some yoga, danced, baked, stocked my fridge and cupboards, cleaned and vacuumed, bought 2 different types of bug sprays and 4 different types of Sun screens. I bought a backpack cooler. I ever have an overnight guest on Saturday who gets to use my couch. I am ready and so excited.

Plus, not only am I excited about Folk Fest but Atlantis landed today and that was pretty cool too so I have double reason to be jumping off the walls.

I plan to dance, eat, laugh and have as much fun as possible. Then on Monday I get my hair done. I was supposed to get it done last night but my stylist's girlfriend was in town, he hasn't seen her for 3 whole days, so I changed my appointment. Who am I to stand in the way of love? It's just hair and it's not like it's going to make or break my life having it done.

Do's and Do Not's of Folk Fest

DO

• Bring sunscreen and avoid the public mocking that comes with looking like a boiled lobster.
• Bring bug spray. The lush greenery of Prince's Island is a haven for mosquitoes.
• Channel your inner child. Play. Nap. Leave worry and stress on the otherside of the gate
• Bring rainwear. Remember, we're in Calgary. A sunny, 25 C day can quickly turn into ferocious, monsoon conditions.
• Talk to strangers.
• Bring a reusable water bottle. In its commitment to be more environmentally responsible, the Calgary Folk Fest is no longer selling any bottled water on site. But water-filling stations will be available.
• Check out the workshop stages and concerts by artists you may have never heard of. Who knows? You might discover your new favourite band.
• Make a tarp marker, mine is a giant fish stuck in the stop of a torch with tassels hanging off of it. Every year we add something new to it.

Bring your own food and have a picnic.

• Have a partner in crime. Fun is more fun when there are two + of you getting in trouble.
• bring your boke, they have a space for you to park it and it's safe.
• Log onto www.calgaryfolkfest.com for schedule and artist info.

DON'T

• Spend all day in the beer garden. Yes, it's fun and they make a mean sangria, but it's not worth missing out on all the great performances around the island.
• Bring camping chairs. If you can roll a basketball under it, it's too tall. Buy a festical chair or just chill on a tarp or blanket. Otherwise, you'll get told...
• Bring your dog, cat, ferrit, money, pet... it's not allowed. Kids yes, pets no.
• Dress like a skank. It's the Folk Fest, not the Stampede.
• Act like a douchebag. It's the Folk Fest, not the Stampede.

(do's and don'ts borrowed from The Calgary Sun and my own experience)

and most importantly... HAVE FUN! See you there

Calgary Folk Fest 2011

Stampede (AKA: Cowboy Halloween) is DONE and the 2011 Calgary Folk Fest is on the way. If you have been following my blog for at least a year you will know that I love live music and I love Folk Fest. It's amazing food, stellar music, Sangria in the beer garden, afternoons playing with bubbles, meeting people young and old, sharing tarps, dancing barefoot in the grass, hula hooping in the field, it's being a hippy and holding hands and making peace with the Oil Sands executive sitting beside you. It's community, it's fellowship, it's a city team building event that repairs all the damage that Stampede does to the good nature of people. It's like Harry Potter and Dumbledores Army just came into town Wednesday and started casting enchantments all around Princes Island so by Thursday, when the festival opens up everyone is feeling safe, protected and kind. It's like a village within a city. People camp out at Folk Fest lounge out front (run by super hipster Duck Man - he walks around making duck face all day long), it's the safest place I've ever been. This year I have no idea what most of the music is about, but I always find something new to love. Matt Andersen will be there, I'm excited to see him!

This transient community starts with smiles and ends Sunday night with a feeling full of heart and new members in your circle of friends. Not even friends, you have new members in your family.

My friend ZT will be working at Stage 6 (as he did last year) so I always go for a visit over there. Last year stage 6 was my favorite. They have Hill Country Revue jamming with Debashish Bhattacharya (an Indian artist who played sitar on a table), Konono no°1 and Etran Finatawa from Niger. It was all sides of the earth together as one making some damn funky music (that's right, I used the word "damn" and "funky") that was so good I danced like a crazy women for a whole hour. By myself. At 11AM in the morning.

So excited for my favorite weekend of July.

Katy Perry

The tickets were free, they got me into the Stampede Grounds for free. I sat in the Telus box and drank free drinks, ate free food and enjoyed all the company. I don't think I own anything by Katy Perry or about Katy Perry. I know more about her husband then I do about her. OH! The only thing I like about Katy Perry are her pajama's! I've seen a lot of live music but I've never been to see a Top 40 artist from my generation (all those 60's and 70's artists were big before I was even born. Before I was even a twinkle in my daddies eye!). Actually, I've been to award ceremonies but even that was nothing like this concert.

I've said it before and I'll say it again... I have NEVER in all my life been to a spectacle like that before. There were lasers, not just pew-pew-pew lasers but it actually created a hologram effect. There was glitter and other pretty things falling from the roof, there was foam being sprayed and bubbles being blown and fireworks being shot off INSIDE and beach balls and other inflatable animals and 25 different costume changes and goodies being thrown into the audience and flying trapeze and candy money and cotton candy. Some of the BEST cotton candy I have ever had. There were glowing sticks and glowing hats and the whole thing was amazing. Vegas meets Disney. It was unreal.

And people were actually standing and dancing. FINALLY. I behaved because I was a guest in a high end company box but I still got up and wiggled my butt and danced the night away.

Reason why Katy Perry was great:

1. Live.  Do you know how many pop acts can sing and dance and still live nowadays?  Not very many.  The fact that Katy really sang throughout the entire show, was impressive, which is really a sad statement on today’s entertainment, but that’s something Rolling Stone can write about.  For me, it was amazing to hear that she actually has a great voice that was all too often drowned out by the huge production numbers. There were moments when she wasn't singing her hits, when she was delighting the audience with karaoke versions of Rebecca Black and that Friday Song that you could hear just how good her voice is.

2. Theatrics. Speaking of the big production numbers, the set was like a giant Candy Land game.  (Not that I’ve ever played Candy Land….) I can only describe it being as like a show on Broadway but with thousands of people screaming, yelling, dancing and taking photos. Rarely did we sit, mostly because we were having too much fun, with my short attention span, that my friends is a miracle. It was amazing. I can't begin to recreate what it was like to see something like his. The pictures don't even do the experience justice.

3. Fans. One thing that Katy Perry loves are her fans and it shows.  It’s no secret that the music industry is in trouble, people don’t have to buy music anymore, so if you don’t love and support your fans, why should they support you.  The show was filled with special moments just for Katy’s admirers.  Calling up a “hot cowboy” or instigating an impromptu dance party with dozens of fans on stage, are moments that many who saw the show won’t ever forget. She floated on a cloud made of cotton candy and went past her stage and sang to audience members who were in cheaper seats. This concert was for her fans. I can't even begin to imagine how amazing it would have been for people who love her music. The concert started at 7:30 and went all the way to 11:30. That's getting your moneys worth that's for sure.

For years I had mistakenly put Katy Perry in the same crowd as Lady Gaga, but now I see how wrong I was.  While Gaga relies on shock value to keep your interest, Katy Perry does it by just being herself. An interesting night to say the lease.

AND on a side note, I also go to see Janelle Monae live WOW, now that is a performer! Stunning voice, amazing songs, dance moves to put James Brown to shame. She was a stunner and I plan to buy everything she's put out. Mind you, the recorded stuff is often not as good as live but I'll take a listen. I'm sure it's amazing.