That face, that voice!!!

Last night was the night I'd been waiting TWENTY years (and six months, since it had to be rescheduled) for- I finally got to see Morrissey live! Oh God, he is so pretty and sounded perfect. I managed to score 11th row tickets, which at the Moore is nice & close, and was on the aisle so I'd have room to fall down when I first saw him in the flesh. I'd only been to this venue once before and was on the balcony so I couldn't remember if they allowed people to smoosh against the stage but there were people milling around there and security didn't seem to mind. I was cool at my spot until he came out on stage, then I got a little antsy (and screamed) but then he spoke and I turned to Paul and said "BYE!" and booked it up there with my cane. Through the set I worked my way up to only two people from the stage. He would occasionally reach out into the crowd and I was like "oh yes, I need to be a part of that." Then during "Let Me Kiss You" he ripped his shirt open (and I SCREAMED) and he threw it right to where I was first standing! DAMNIT! And after that song he went and put another shirt on (DAMNIT!) but during the melee that ensued over his shirt the security guy had to go handle it so I got shoved to the stage so I was RIGHT THERE! He reached past me but my wrist brushed his arm when he was pulling away and he caught my eye and smiled. Eye contact and a smile from my teenage obsession. I'm pretty sure it killed me and I'm typing this post from the beyond. Two songs later it was over so I made my way back to Paul and my seat and he was like "awww, you're all misty!" We parked right behind the theater so we loitered for a bit in the hopes that he'd come out. We were chatting with a guy and I told him it was my first show and that I'd been trying for YEARS to see him live and was super-bummed that he threw his shirt to where I WAS standing. And he said "Yeah, your seats were right in front of mine! Well done working your way to the front, I couldn't get that far but I did get caught in the fight over his shirt. I got a piece but it's not huge. You know, I saw him for the first time at this theater in 1995, had similar seats too. The person that caught his shirt got the whole thing and afterward I was telling them how jealous I was and that it was my first show and they ripped a piece off for me. I still have it tucked away in a ziploc bag." and he took out the piece of shirt he grabbed and said "I didn't get a big piece tonight, but it's your first show, so here" and he ripped his piece in half and gave it to me. Morrissey smells amazing,BTW. So of course I was misty all the way home and sniffing my little scrap of shirt. Which is now safe in its own ziploc.

Today has been so bittersweet. The thing I've wanted for so long finally happened so I've cried a few times today, because I'm so happy it happened and so sad that it's over. SO amazing, SO thankful. Now it's time to start figuring out how to actually meet him. Paul and I are like one degree away from so many folks more famous than we are (LOL) that there must be someone that can make this happen. He will love me, and now that I've finally been to a show I might be able to speak coherent sentences to him. So come on Universe, you've given me Rupus so how about balancing the scales? :)