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well that was fabulous
Yesterday was amazing. I spent all of it with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
were_duck and themeletor, having fabulous fangirl shenanigans: we went to the farmer's market; I listened happily to bandom squee and in return flailed about Star Trek (over the course of the day, our conversations included quite a few variations on "they are not the hell your whales!" and I'm pretty sure at one point we recited large bits of Shatner on the Mount); they introduced me to Horatio Hornblower, and I discovered to my mild shock that when Jamie Bamber uses his actual accent and is more of a woobie than I can actually cope with, I start to find him genuinely attractive; and then we went on our road trip to see an Adam Lambert concert!
I mostly went for the fangirl shenanigans and because of course if Adam Lambert was readily available of course I was going to see a concert, but I pretty much expected we'd be too far away to see properly, and that I would enjoy the songs I liked, but that was only about half of them. HA HA LITTLE DID I KNOW. We were close enough to the stage to see fairly well -- not individual-features close, but nearly -- and my god does that man have stage presence. (No one is surprised. :D) To my astonishment, the songs that I usually like were great but the songs I usually skip (I think most notably Soaked) were fucking phenomenal; there was much clutching of hands among our fangirl trio. The best bit, though was when ... man, I don't even remember which song it was, I was thoroughly distracted -- Adam broke out the cane and danced with it. I move that he does this all the time.
Today I woke up covered in glitter, mostly because the absurd silver eyeshadow I put on yesterday now yearns to be freeee, so that was hilarious. I am completely exhausted, and I am fairly sure I have no voice, thanks to yelling along with songs for two hours and last night's ambient cigarette smoke. I managed to croak a goodbye to Mel when she left this morning, but I am fairly sure that all I would like to do today is sit quietly with a cup of tea and bask.
In conclusion: the most fucking amazing and absurd Adam Lambert fanart I have ever seen EVER, now with bonus fic, oh my god, I want to cover this fandom with sparkles and love. And then get tea and watch Star Trek. Mmm.
were_duck and themeletor, having fabulous fangirl shenanigans: we went to the farmer's market; I listened happily to bandom squee and in return flailed about Star Trek (over the course of the day, our conversations included quite a few variations on "they are not the hell your whales!" and I'm pretty sure at one point we recited large bits of Shatner on the Mount); they introduced me to Horatio Hornblower, and I discovered to my mild shock that when Jamie Bamber uses his actual accent and is more of a woobie than I can actually cope with, I start to find him genuinely attractive; and then we went on our road trip to see an Adam Lambert concert!I mostly went for the fangirl shenanigans and because of course if Adam Lambert was readily available of course I was going to see a concert, but I pretty much expected we'd be too far away to see properly, and that I would enjoy the songs I liked, but that was only about half of them. HA HA LITTLE DID I KNOW. We were close enough to the stage to see fairly well -- not individual-features close, but nearly -- and my god does that man have stage presence. (No one is surprised. :D) To my astonishment, the songs that I usually like were great but the songs I usually skip (I think most notably Soaked) were fucking phenomenal; there was much clutching of hands among our fangirl trio. The best bit, though was when ... man, I don't even remember which song it was, I was thoroughly distracted -- Adam broke out the cane and danced with it. I move that he does this all the time.
Today I woke up covered in glitter, mostly because the absurd silver eyeshadow I put on yesterday now yearns to be freeee, so that was hilarious. I am completely exhausted, and I am fairly sure I have no voice, thanks to yelling along with songs for two hours and last night's ambient cigarette smoke. I managed to croak a goodbye to Mel when she left this morning, but I am fairly sure that all I would like to do today is sit quietly with a cup of tea and bask.
In conclusion: the most fucking amazing and absurd Adam Lambert fanart I have ever seen EVER, now with bonus fic, oh my god, I want to cover this fandom with sparkles and love. And then get tea and watch Star Trek. Mmm.
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On the other hand, your concert report was awesome. <3