Rah rah ahh ahh ahh…
What better w(g)ay to put the cherry on top of a cherry cherry boom boom summer than having Gaga grace the Twin Cities with her glitter & grease presence for two sold out shows at the (se)Xcel at the tail end of August?!
Little “mini-apple” monsters were the double scoops to Mo†her Mons†er’s chocolate sauce. She drizzled and dazzled for two hours both nights and the show was a b-a-n-a-n-a split!
The Haus of Gaga did not disappoint with fabulous fashionasty costume changes and a campy tranny sidekick ensured that Gaga not only eat our he(f)arts, she ate our brains as well. Dutch ovens everywhere, if you ask me!
In the words of Alanis Morissete, “Isn’t it ironic?” that I attended both nights donning two Haus of Glitter-DIY-love-glue-gunnin’ costumes, and as burger fate would have it in the ER room, Gaga wound up at one of my old favorite hangouts (Turf Club/Sandwich) while I followed the (Lindsay Lohan) rumors all the way to Camp in DT St. Paul instead. The only tent I was pitching was a pitcher of beer that I sallowed all my sorrows into knowing that Gaga & I – two star-crossed lovers – will have to have their meating another day, I suppose…
© JAKE THOMPSON