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Not a day goes by I don't feel some kind of guilt for not letting you guy thoroughly know my trip over the summer. When I close my eyes for rest each night in my cocoon, all I read across my mind's ticker tape is red digital letters on a green background, much like posters I've read across the nation to Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please Update Journal Please etc.
As some of you may or may not know, I went to Vegas over the summer and saw Celine Dion at Caeser's Palace. Celine rocks out in the largest theatre ever designed, in front of the largest television screen ever built. This screen cuts and pastes a variety of landscapes and images to the middle class sightseers delight. At one point Celine was enlarged on the screen to explosive proportions, complete with enraged hell fire and dragon's breath surrounding her physique. My restlessness was muted or at least medium sized as I realized Celine was far from Godessliness herself, in fact, at times I swore she a good lip syncer. I attended the show as a guest of the production staff and of course they refused my inquiry about her miming skills. Just kidding. I just think it's amazing that she can sprint along a raked (slanted) stage and keep up with the dance moves and never miss a beat nor become winded as I do during minimal improvised choreography that appears in such songs as St. Louis Blues or Danny Boy.
I will hand it to Celine though, her French is much more fluid than mine. I have no idea what she's saying, but neither do I know what I'm saying half the time. I took my mom to see the show, which was a blast. My mom and I always attended these kinds of shows when I was growing up (not that I've stopped...) so it was good to revisit our old haunts sort of speak. That night's show was the best I could think of. Isn't this the second time I've posted about Celine?
As some of you may or may not know, I went to Vegas over the summer and saw Celine Dion at Caeser's Palace. Celine rocks out in the largest theatre ever designed, in front of the largest television screen ever built. This screen cuts and pastes a variety of landscapes and images to the middle class sightseers delight. At one point Celine was enlarged on the screen to explosive proportions, complete with enraged hell fire and dragon's breath surrounding her physique. My restlessness was muted or at least medium sized as I realized Celine was far from Godessliness herself, in fact, at times I swore she a good lip syncer. I attended the show as a guest of the production staff and of course they refused my inquiry about her miming skills. Just kidding. I just think it's amazing that she can sprint along a raked (slanted) stage and keep up with the dance moves and never miss a beat nor become winded as I do during minimal improvised choreography that appears in such songs as St. Louis Blues or Danny Boy.
I will hand it to Celine though, her French is much more fluid than mine. I have no idea what she's saying, but neither do I know what I'm saying half the time. I took my mom to see the show, which was a blast. My mom and I always attended these kinds of shows when I was growing up (not that I've stopped...) so it was good to revisit our old haunts sort of speak. That night's show was the best I could think of. Isn't this the second time I've posted about Celine?