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.

I laugh and he says, “You know why I tell you these things? Because you’re an enabler.  Oh, I like being enabled.”

2.  When I eat breakfast foods, I want a little bit of everything.  A bite of a pancake, a bit of a biscuit, a sausage link, a strip of bacon, eggs, a bite of a crepe, etc.  I don’t want much of any one thing, I just don’t want to eat a plate of pancakes and not have the sweet evened out by something savory.  This is what I think about when blogging in the morning, I guess.

3.  Well, as previously reported…I am taking my mother to go see Tina Turner on Friday.  This means I will have taken my mother to Oprah and my father to Diana Ross and now, my mother to Tina Turner.  Gee, where should I take my dad next?  Bette Midler?

*sigh*