This (August 21) post is backdated to the date it happened.
We were lazy and slept in. Steve had to get up and out early enough to pick up some of the tickets we had ordered. They didn’t open at their advertised time! He was a melted mess by the time he got back. When we finally pulled ourselves together to face the day, we schlepped (It was 10 billion degrees of “dry heat.”) ourselves around the hotels (mostly the Bellagio) and such trying to stay inside to avoid sudden death by melting. Here are some photos:
We met up with our friends for dinner and then all headed off to hear Barbra Streisand in the relatively new arena. Several take aways:
- We had to go through metal detectors and large bags were searched.
- We wanted to purchase bottled water to take in to the concert. No can do. The seller must pour it into an open cup. Well, Ok. Just put a lid on it so we don’t spill it. No can do. It must remain open. For your safety and security. This is just going too damned far! The vendors think so as well.
- Barbra is known for her perfectionism. Well, no more. Her voice is 74 years old. It shows its age: she got a little horse and raspy and couldn’t hold notes the way she once did. As a result, she took chances, and the concert was more expressive and less “tested” as a result. And, I never felt like I would suffocate if she didn’t stop holding a note forever and breath! (Literally, she used to hold notes so long I felt that way!)
- We had great seats.
- As a close friend of the Clintons, she slammed Trump several times. The audience loved it!
- I enjoyed seeing Steve enjoy the concert just as much as I enjoyed the concert itself.
I’m so glad I got to hear her live. I look forward, very much in fact, to the release of her new duets album which was included free with the concert admission. The samples that have already been advertised are flawless. She performed one of the duets during the concert. These are breath-taking duets.
On the way back to the hotel, we were crammed into an overcrowded tram. A woman started going off loudly about how rude Barbra was to bring up politics in her concert. I would have thought fine, speak your mind if you must. But she kept going on and on and on about it: She was going to demand a refund. She didn’t pay to hear her political views, blah, blah, blah.
Everyone knows Barbra has always been a very outspoken activist for liberal causes and always uses her concerts as a venue to express those.
Finally, the man jammed between me and the loud woman had all he could stand and went off on her. “You must have a terribly miserable, miserable life if all you took away from that concert was the few political comments she made. I’m glad I don’t live your miserable life. Now, I don’t want to hear any more about what you think.” She responded, but far more low key, and he came right back at her. “Who cares what you think?! Not me! So keep your miserable life to yourself.” I wanted to applaud!
A memorable ending to a memorable evening.