Madonna in Atlanta
Here’s a “tour experience” by our friend Loyal Subject
“We had the most fun at the Atlanta, GA venue. My friends and I had been
planning for the big event for months. David, being the biggest fan of
all, prepped us well for the sacred celebration. The first grand event
was procuring the tickets. We had our strategy methodically planned.
On April 3rd, the day of the sale, David would set anxiously by the
phone while his sister sat by the computer. I would be at my home
sitting by my computer. We desired the best tickets for the best price.
We were not to answer the phone unless the call was from one or the
other of us. I got in first to the Ticket Master site. I was able to
get some nosebleed tickets for 135.00 each. Success!!!!! I immediately
called David who was also elated.
The months passed as we chatted about our attire, where we would stay,
how we would execute the drive from West Virginia to the big city,
Atlanta. Both David and I had been there many times. His grandparents
lived there, and I had lived there previously. This would be David’s
second Madonna concert. He had previously bowed to the Queen on the
Drowned Tour in Washington D.C. We looked to him for advice and
admiration. He insisted that we have t-shirts made to honor our Queen.
My best buddy, Wayne who was born in 1980 was not a huge Madonna fan.
He had not the respect or admiration for the Queen that David and I
shared. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to attend the worship ceremony.
Finally, we convinced him that it would be the concert event of his
life. He reluctantly agreed.
While we waited, we constantly scanned the Ticket Master website to see
if better tickets would come available. To our amazement, Section A
seats opened up on the first week of June. We immediately snatched them
for a hefty price of 305.00 each. We managed to sell the first set of
tickets to a friend in North Carolina.
David suggested that we all have a t-shirt made reflecting the lyrics
to one of her songs. I chose “Into The Groove.” I purchased a black
muscle shirt, and had the phrase, “Let The Music Set You Free” embossed
on the front in white lettering. David chose to go for the glitter. He
had a black t-shirt made that was sequenced with rhinestones the phrase,
“I Like Hanky Panky.” On the back, it said, “Spank Me.” Wayne chose to
have a Georgia licence plate designed on a white t-shirt that said “Muff
Daddy.” Needless-to-say, we were suited for the event.
After months of endless anticipation, the weekend of July 24 arrived.
We headed out for the big city. The drive could not have been more
beautiful. We had dinner at the infamous Agatha’s Mystery Theatre. We
continued the evening adventures by mellowing out at a local bar.
Saturday was filled with touring adventures. We even caught a subway to
the Lennox Mall for some pre-concert shopping. David was still in
search of the perfect pair of Calvin Kline jeans. After returning to
the hotel for a little rest, we freshened up, headed to The Hard Rock
Cafe for martinis and dinner. Of course we honored the Queen by bowing
before the boostie worn by the her during the Blonde Ambition Tour. It
was thrilling moment. It was now time to walk to the Phillips Arena
where we sat in anticipation while chatting with fellow fans who were
all awed by our attire.
Eight o’clock arrived. Our hearts raced. Our blood pumped. I was
amazed, stunned, dumbstruck. I was in awe of her beauty and her
majesty. I wanted to see what was going on with the big screens, but
eyes were fixated on the Queen. I can not wait for the DVD so I can
relive the exhilarating event.
The 2-hour event seemed like only minutes. I was saddened, but also
elated that I had been in the presence of the Queen. She had just
performed for me. I was honored. I was moved. My world had forever