George Michael still has "it". He's gracious, dignified, talented, wonderful.
If Monday night was hell, climatically speaking, last night was heaven. A mild, warm late summer night. A light breeze. Aaaahhhhhh!
40,000+ people full of love and respect. It was a beautiful thing to behold and experience.
I loved every moment and the finale of Freedom (90) was perfect.
[Warning! This is the rant part. I hate to finish this post on a low note but I am bitter that he didn't include Wake Me Up Before You Go Go - unless it was the song I missed at the very start. I am also bitter about the moronic female behind us who spoke loudly to her friend throughout all the quiet songs. Shut the fuck up! The end.]