I wanna be a dancer for Cher when I grow up.

Yeah, so I went to the concert with Mom tonight, and it was way more fun than I expected, for a multitude of reasons.
1. Quality time with Mom is almost always cool and enjoyable
2. Live music, in my experience, rarely sucks to the point of unbearableness
3. Despite her newer stuff not really being my style, Cher can still belt out a pretty awesome tune, plus she covered plenty of the classics with lots of random video footage of her and sonny and their old shows and her old movies thrown in for good measure
4. Since this was the only thing to do in Charleston tonight, everyone was there. Young, old, families, little kids up way past their bedtime. All getting drunk and gettin' down together. It was kind of cute and sweet in a small town way. And who knew there was such a gay population in Chas?
5. Damn does that woman know how to put on a show! The dancers were AMAZING, sort of a combination of Ken-style choreography and Cirque de Soleil (including random sheets of fabric for precarious dangling from the ceiling without a safety harness). Spent much of the show fantasizing about dropping out of grad school and running off to new york to be a dancer.