I know, I know...three posts about the Michael Buble' concert. But this time is a bit different, in that I'm guest blogging today on a MB tour blog and reviewing the Cincinnati show. It was so cool to be picked!
It's kind of surreal that I'm doing this. The thought that MB himself could actually read this makes my palms sweat a bit. Here we go....
My first clue that last week’s Michael Bublé concert (in Cincinnati) was not going to be your average concert should have hit me at dinner.
I met my friend Christine and four of her friends (all Bublé concert veterans), at dinner in a local brew pub before the show. Was it some strange coincidence that our waiter was a spot-on Michael Bublé look-alike? Who knows? We never even got his real name. We just called him Michael all evening, teased him about getting chicks based on his famous look-alike, and joked that that since he had sold out 12,000 tickets for that night we wouldn’t need to tip him and that the martinis should be on him.
The people watching was interesting. You had your grandmas and grandkids. You had women dressed up in the most ridiculous “FMPs” who were ridiculously obvious about wanting to be noticed. You had screaming teenage girls, horny cougars, flaming gay men, and guys who bought their wives tickets for their birthdays (and no doubt hoping to get lucky later in the evening). Which group was I? Well, I’m not a flaming gay man (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) and I'm not a grandma. It was a real mix of people from all over the Tri-State. Christine and I took our seats on the floor, right near the aisle. The others from our group were sitting in twosomes also on the floor. Honestly, I really had no idea what to expect.
I knew the vocals would be good, after all, I’ve been a fan for a long time and I sing a bit myself. I had heard that he put on a good show. But seriously, I was NOT prepared for what I saw and heard.
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