gay toxic shock syndrome...

... that is what Jason called our condition. We had not only scored Streisand tickets, but Madonna tickets as well! This sounds so shallow, but I told Jason that I felt weird because one of the slices in my pie of life had been put into place. I mean, for nearly my entire life I wondered whether or not I would ever see Streisand in person. I used to imagine that I would finally see her as a very, very old lady (her not me) and she is in a wheelchair and I bend down to talk to her and I tell her how much I loved her music and how “The Second Barbra Streisand Album” was pure genius. I remember being bummed that I couldn't go to the concert ten years ago and how I couldn't be there at her millenium concert. But now I will be there, with high powered binoculars. This is seriously mind blowing for me. I love, love, love it!!!!