Proud to be a Pre-Madonna
I feel much better about life now that I’ve secured tickets to see Madonna on her Sweet & Sticky tour. I am going twice: once with my sister, and once with my best friend. Right now I am listening to the Hard Candy album, working hard to memorize the words to all the songs so I can sing along with Madonna at the concerts.
I know this is ridiculous, but I was having tremendous anxiety last night just thinking about how the tickets would be going on sale in the morning. I knew I had to get onto Ticketmaster the INSTANT the tickets were available. I couldn’t bear the thought of missing Madonna in concert. It was hard to sleep. It's just that I've loved Madonna for as long as I can remember. Once, when I was young, my grandmother called me a "prima donna." I knew it was supposed to be something bad, but I thought she was saying "Pre-Madonna," and I felt so proud to be the thing that comes before Madonna. 'Thankfully everything worked out with the tickets. What a wonderful day! I’m sure I’ll sleep well tonight.
Also, remarkably, today is the 18th anniversary of my bat mitzvah. This is what I looked like eighteen years ago:
My mom is lighting the candle with me, and my sister is looking on in the background. Look at the sleeves on our dresses! I still remember my entire Torah portion. Sometimes, when I want to torture my sister, I call her and recite parts of it. She can’t stay angry with me though - I just got her a ticket to the Madonna concert!