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Saw Lady Gaga last night in Atlantic City, and she was AWESOME. Seriously, the show was a groovy take on The Wizard of Oz and Gaga really is fantastic live. She played just about everything on The Fame (except “Paper Gangster”, boo) and I think everything on The Fame Monster, plus “Glitter & Grease,” “Vanity,” & a new song called “You and I,” which I really, really loved. I was sad I was out of money from Disney, because a.) I wanted a t-shirt and b.) I wanted to go buy tickets for another show. It was that good.

A couple of my friends went with me, and they went to the Beach Bar across from Boardwalk Hall while I was at the show. I specifically left them with the instructions, “Don’t get shitfaced!” but who listens to me? They had, to borrow a phrase from Gaga, “had a little bit too much, much”. Fortunately, they were at that stage of drunk where they were funny rather than sick, so that’s good. They’re much better at making friends when they’ve had a few, and we made some fun friends. My favorite friend was this guy (click for bigger):

This is Backup Dancer Scotty. My friend Melissa (on the left in the picture) told him she liked his cool hair, which you can’t see in the photo, but it has leopard spots painted into it. He said thanks and that it helped in his line of work. Melissa asked him what he did, and he said, “Oh, I’m a backup dancer for Lady Gaga”. WHAT?! IS THIS REAL LIFE? Apparently it was. He was the nicest guy; we hung out with him for quite a while. He said he’d also danced for Janet Jackson and Britney Spears in the past, and that when he wasn’t touring, he lived in Lancaster, PA. Seriously, nicest guy ever.

And then a little while after THAT, as we’re leaving the bar, LADY GAGA HERSELF rolled by in one of those rickshaw things that pushy dudes are always pushing around the boardwalk, and started high-fiving fans. It was CRAZY.

So to sum it all up, last night I:

• saw Lady Gaga live
• drank mojitos with one of her backup dancers
• high-fived Gaga on a rickshaw
• got hit on by British guys dressed up as cowboys because that’s how they thought Americans celebrated Independence Day
• turned down aforementioned hit with my brand new diamond ring ;)
• literally held my drunk-ass friends’ hands as we walked the five blocks back to the train station
• took someone’s keys for the first time EVER
• had a friggin’ ball

I still kind of can’t believe it was real. I don’t party, I very rarely go to bars, and I certainly don’t meet random backup dancers in bars I don’t go to. CRAZINESS.

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