Lady Gaga Drives a Honda?
It was a warm and sultry night outside the Honda Center at Anaheim, Calif. We were waiting for Lady Gaga to arrive at the concert, wondering what the heck she drove. A Honda, my girlfriend Ray-Anne said. I can see it now, Honda wheels grinding, Honda wheels gliding across south Central Boulevard and into our hearts.
Love.Little monsters. Buzz words. Jo Calderone. Get your paws up. Sing and dance the night away. It’s a religious experience divining along with the divine Lady of the Gaga. Raye-Anne loved the sequins. I loved the lights. We advised and consented to concert fun. It was a wet and wild night.
Lady Gaga drives a Honda? Really? That’s what she said. Truly, she was a sight when she started the set by jumping out of faux Honda to confront those little monsters all dressed up with peroxide wigs, worshipful whoops and shouts. Lady Gaga told them to sit on it and they did.
The curtain danced with photos of Lady Gaga driving Hondas, driving Toyota Land Cruisers, driving, driving Le Car and Civic hybrid. Who knew Momma Monster was such a car fanatic. The guy next to Raye-Anne started flirting. Good. I’m dumping her the next chance I get, get it. However, that’s for later. We were at the greatest Lady Gaga concert ever at the legendary Honda Center. Together. Who knew?
Lady Gaga ran back on stage and started prancing about. About what, who knew but it was grand. “I’m a free b…” she sang. “I’m a be free. I’m a riding in my car, my Honda with custom Honda wheels. Yo!”
Whack job. Raye-Anne passed out from the shock. Or was it from having too much fun? Don’t care. Don’t care. It was all too much for Ray-Anne. “Raye-Anne,” I cried, as she collapsed in her seat. “Ray-Anne, you lightweight…shut your mouth. We’re breaking up.”
Breaking up is NOT hard to do.It’s fun, made way funner doing it at the Lady Gaga affair. Here she comes with navy jacket and big bad shoulder pads, leopard skin lingerie hanging beneath. For two hours, she played out her heart and her art setting almost all of us — there was that Raye-Anne problem — free.
We love the freaks. Lady Gaga drove her own faux car, yo, off the stage, yo. I wanted to go down the road and roar. The Monster Ball was a lot of fun for almost everybody. Raye-Anne got blasted. And then I blasted her off into the sunset. But Lady Gaga. You can stay. See you at the next Monster Ball.
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