Tina Turner, Oprah,…and “some short little white guy.” And I’m officially gay.
We started our evening off with a fine dinner at MK. Oysters on the half-shell and foie gras along with some cocktails to start. MK generously gave us champagne to go with our meal. I had their signature porkchop and my mother dined on whitefish with lobster. We also ate, at Instigator’s suggestion, their pomme frites with truffle cream and let me tell you… I could have eaten them until I died. They are on my “last meal request” list now. We had a very light banana bread pudding with a salted caramel that was fantastic. At one point in the meal, my mother said, “Are you going to take pictures?” I said, “No…this meal is about you time so no pictures.” I could tell she was happy but also sort of wanted pictures of the food to remember it all. The good thing? The manager happened to see my reservation (I assume that’s how he knew?) and came to the table and we talked about re-visiting the place to get some pictures of the food. So it all worked out in the end.
Then we went to see Tina. We were running a little bit behind so I hailed a cab. The driver stopped, rolled down his window and said, “Where you going?” I said, “United Center.” He said, “NO, no, I don’t want to go back there!” and then he started to drive off. I barked, “BIG TIP!” and the brake lights went on. We got in and got a fast ride over. His tip was a throat punch. Okay, not really.
Just before the show, Oprah walked in with Stedman and Gayle. Flash bulb city. Then…the show. It was good and the first big concert my mother has ever been to. She had a grin on her face the entire time. My worries that she’d be distracted with thoughts of my grandmother’s health or a difficult family issue from almost exactly one year ago were calmed and that made me happy. Anyway! So, Tina Turner has “half-time” because, I suppose, the woman is 68 and just burned 3,000 calories in the first 45 minutes and needs to re-fuel with an Ensure. The lights go up and my mother is glancing over at a bunch of people taking pictures. I said, “Who are they taking pictures of? Oprah?” She said, “Some short little white guy.”
Yeah. It was Tom Cruise.
So, just to recap the evening…
My evening involved my mother, Tina Turner, Oprah and Tom Cruise.
I’m officially gay.
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
October 4th, 2008 at 11:21 am
1. Did you order extra truffle cream with the frites per my instructions? We always do – my husband and I don’t like to share.
2. Tina rocked it. Even my husband was reluctantly enthusiastic. The only annoying aspect was a big Tina fan (big figuratively and literally) sitting in the row behind us who stomped her feet to every song. STOMP STOMP STOMP. So our seats were moving. She also knew the words to every song and managed at times to overpower Tina’s voice. The lady next to me turned to me and said ‘Out of all the thousands of seats in this place – she got this one’. Amen sister.
October 4th, 2008 at 3:59 pm
Awesome! Were the fries as good as Hot Doug’s confit fries?
So.. is Tom Cruise really that short? And did he bring the crazy?
October 4th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
Tina is 68? Holy crap, I didn’t realize she was that old. Hat’s off to her for still working it like she does.
The only thing that would have made the evening *more* gay is if…um…no, I think you pretty much did it.
October 4th, 2008 at 9:54 pm
Instigator – Indeed I did. And I would go there to get 2 orders and make a meal of it.
I had a rather …enthusiastic woman next to me, too. Her faux-fur coat kept ending up half in my seat. She lost her shit when Tom Cruise walked through the crowd.
October 4th, 2008 at 9:56 pm
Bev – I kid you not…these things are 10 times better than Hot Doug’s confit fries. Easily. In fact, I’d rather vomit these fries than eat Hot Doug’s fries.
For
Reals.
And yeah, he seemed pretty short. I don’t know that he has to bring the crazy – I think it just tags along on its own accord.
October 4th, 2008 at 9:57 pm
KT – Yup, turns 29 in about 2 months or so (I looked it up once I read your comment to make sure I wasn’t imagining things).
Ayup. That’s one gay night.
October 5th, 2008 at 9:26 pm
I played hooky today and took a nap. I had this weird dream that you and I were dating and vacationing in some little New England port town. You looked like a slightly more pigmented Jason Fortuny and I just called you Random. You kept taking off on a Jetski and we ate at all of these Seafood equilivant to Chuck – E – Cheese and Red Robin sort of places.
It was random as hell.
October 5th, 2008 at 10:15 pm
that. is. an. AWESOME night!
the throat punch? yeah…right in tom cruise’s non existent adam’s apple.
just sayin.
October 6th, 2008 at 11:33 am
Gay? You’re GAY? DAMMIT! No wonder you never hit on me.
On a sidenote, if I look like Tina does when I’m her age? I’ll be one helluva happy chick.
October 9th, 2008 at 7:44 pm
RE, you’re blog is seriously comic relief for me some days….
Your mom and the “some short little white guy”… LMAO. Awesome.